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About Fukuoka

I’d prolly suck at this. Too loud, too clumsy. “Who’s there?” some chick’d yell. Me: “Uh, just Homer… lookin’ for… justice?” Pfft, yeah right! I’d trip over a trash can, wake the whole street. Once, I saw this guy – true story – tryna haggle with a hooker. She’s like, “No discount, fatso!” Made me laugh so hard I cried. Happy tears, man! But then I got mad – why’s it gotta be so sketchy? Why can’t it be easy like buyin’ a beer?

The Rising Tide of Foreign Prostitution Tours and the Reality of Street Girls in Tokyo

As far as red light districts go, Tokyo’s Kabukicho near Shinjuku station is relativity tame. Unlike Amsterdam there are no pot houses (aka “coffee shops”), sex workers are not selling their .

Then, I had to meet a client at the Honjo City Hall. I’m thinking, “Easy peasy.” But nooo, I got lost. Like, how do you get lost in a city that’s not even that big? I ended up on a side street, and I swear, I saw a cat just chilling on a bike. Like, what’s that cat’s life? I’m over here stressing, and this cat’s just vibing.

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