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About Fukuoka

So, picture this—downtown, neon buzzin’, she’s leanin’ on a lamppost. Skirt hiked up, smokin’ a cig—cool as hell. I’m thinkin’, who’s this chick? A hooker, sure, but there’s more—somethin’ deep. Like in *Holy Motors*, “I’m tired of being me”—maybe she’s tired too, huh? Tired of the game, the johns, the nights. Ever wonder that? I do—slow, curious, diggin’ in.

Soapland in Japan

Penetration after rubbing cock and pussy against each other for an oily intercrural sex session felt too good!

First stop, the Saijo sake brewery district. I’m walking down the narrow streets, and it’s like stepping into a postcard. The old wooden buildings, the smell of rice, and the vibe is just... wow. I’m feeling all artsy and stuff. But then, bam! I trip over a loose stone. Like, seriously? Who leaves stones lying around? I’m all “Come on, Saijo, get it together!”

Singer, Actor Hideki Saijo Passes Away at 63