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About Fukuoka

We’re chattin’, and I’m vibin’—she’s got stories, man! Once shagged a bloke who swore he saw Hendrix levitate. I’m laughin’, “Yeah, baby, far out!” But then—bam!—some plod rolls up, all “Move along, you slag!” Made me mad, ya know? Ruby’s just tryin’ to eat, and this wanker’s harshin’ the buzz. “Hope is a mistake!” I yell, quotin’ Cuarón’s flick—felt like the world’s endin’ right there.

Fukuoka Hookups

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 .

I decide to take a break. I head out to the Nishifukuma Park. It’s a nice spot, you know? Cherry blossoms everywhere. But today, they’re just mocking me. I sit on a bench, and this kid runs by, ice cream all over his face. I can’t help but laugh. Kids are hilarious.