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About Fukuoka

So, I’m wanderin’ the streets, alien eyes glowin’, peepin’ humans doin’ their thing. Findin’ a prostitute ain’t easy, fam! Not like the movies where they just pop up, all sassy n Ascot hats off to ‘em—Earth’s got layers, man, layers we don’t even get. Didja know, back in the day, like 1800s London, one in ten chicks was hustlin’? Wild, right? Makes me think—humans are weird as fuck. I’m pissed tho, ‘cause half these streets are dead—where’s the action at? Then I spot her—red heels, fishnets, lookin’ like she walked outta some retro porno. “We come in peace,” I beep, tryna not scare her off. She smirks, “You got cash, spaceman?”

So you want to book a sex worker?

Economic downturns can be boom times for high-end sex workers. Sex workers of the past waited on street corners, outside bars, and around parks.

Finally, I manage to calm him down. Turns out, he’s a retired fisherman. We start chatting about the good ol’ days on the river. He tells me about the fish he used to catch. I’m all ears. It’s kinda heartwarming, ya know?

Ibaraki : Ferryboat offers escape from the hustle of daily life