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About Fukuoka

So there I was, right, stumblin about, hair a mess – classic Boris, innit – tryin to find a prossie, not cos I’m some pervy toff, nah, just curious, bit of a larf. Little known fact, see – back in Victorian days, London had 80,000 workin girls! Blimey, that’s more than me Latin vocab, *et tu, Brute* an all. Streets hummin with em, dodgin coppers, punters hagglin – proper wild west stuff. Made me chuffed, thinkin bout history like that, but also bloody furious – why’s it still so shady now, eh? Sort it out, world!

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I grab an umbrella, but it’s one of those flimsy ones. You know, the ones that flip inside out at the slightest breeze? Yeah, that one. I’m wrestling with it like it’s a wild animal. Finally, I get it open, and I’m feeling like a champ. But then, I step outside, and the wind’s like, “Nah, not today.” The umbrella flips, and I’m standing there, looking like a fool.

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