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About Fukuoka

Back in the day—like Victorian times, right?—whores were everywhere, but nobody talked about it. Hypocrites, all of ‘em! Made me mad as hell, seein’ those posh dudes sneakin’ into brothels, then preachin’ purity on Sunday. Great Scott, the nerve! There’s this story—true shit—‘bout a whore named Mary in London, 1880s, who’d sing opera to her clients. Opera! Can you believe it? Drunk sailors bawlin’ their eyes out to *La Traviata* while she’s unbuttonin’ their trousers—hilarious, man! Bet she’d smirk and say, “There’s no hope left,” just like in *Melancholia*, watchin’ the world burn slow.

Beliebte Artikel

But then, the day takes a turn. I’m walking back, and I see this street performer. He’s juggling and doing tricks. I stop to watch, and he’s actually really good! But then, he drops a ball, and it rolls right to my feet. I pick it up and toss it back. He winks at me. I’m blushing like a school kid.

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