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About Fukuoka

Me, Joey Tribbiani, I’d stroll in, “How you doin’?” Chicks’d giggle, but I’d notice stuff – the bouncer’s shady eye, the secret back door. Always a back door, man! Ever hear bout the Wild West ones? Saloons with upstairs “rooms” – cowboys stumblin’ up, drunk as hell. One time, this madam, Big Nose Kate, she ran a joint, punched a guy out cold. Badass! I’m shocked, like, “Whoa, lady’s got guts!”

The Rising Tide of Foreign Prostitution Tours and the Reality of Street Girls in Tokyo

Running a brothel is a tough business. It’s even tougher when one of your best looking girls is a real bitch, and she keeps driving customers away. As the head manager, I think it’s time for a .

So, I hit up the main street, Chuo-dori. It’s like the heartbeat of Fuchucho. I’m walkin’, and suddenly, BAM! A pigeon poops right on my shoulder. Like, seriously?! I’m just tryna enjoy my morning, and this bird decides to drop a bomb on me. I was mad, but then I thought, “Hey, it’s just a little birdy love.”

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