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About Fukuoka

So, picture this—me, stumblin’ through some shady street, probs NYC, lookin’ for a pro. Not that I’d ever, but hypothetically, ‘kay? It’s gritty, it’s loud, neon buzzin’ like a bad hangover. I’m mad already—why’s it gotta be so sketchy? Like, can’t they unionize or somethin’? Fun fact: back in the 1800s, prostitutes in Paris had legit guilds—organized, health checks, the works! Now? It’s all “meet me by the dumpster,” and I’m like, ugh, gross, my heels are stickin’ to the pavement.

Introductions in Matsudo

Then, outta nowhere, my buddy Kenji bursts in. He’s all hyped up. “Dude, you gotta check this out!” He drags me outside to the street. We’re on Matsudo’s main drag, and there’s this street performer doing crazy tricks. I mean, this guy’s juggling flaming torches! I’m like, “Is this even safe?” But the crowd is loving it. I can’t help but laugh.

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