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About Fukuoka

Now, little fact fer ya—didja know back in old London, they had “bawdy houses” marked with red lanterns? True story, mate! That’s where ye’d find ‘em, no guessin’ needed. Nowadays? It’s all dodgy corners or—get this—bloody *apps*! Apps, I tell ye! Like orderin’ a pint, but it’s a person. Makes me head spin worse than a storm at sea.

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Wryly funny and shot through with surprising flashes of anger, these smart, dreamy, searching stories show us a young woman grappling with social class, gender, ambition, violence, and .

Then I hit up the streets. Oh man, the streets! You got the bustling Nishi-Kasai area, where all the shops are. I’m walkin’ down Nishi-Kasai 3-chome, and I see this little ramen joint. I’m like, “Yesss, ramen time!” I order the tonkotsu, and it’s like heaven in a bowl. I’m slurpin’ it up, and this old dude next to me starts chatting. He’s like, “You know, the secret is in the broth.” I’m like, “Yeah, no kidding, Sherlock.” But I nod, ‘cause he’s old and wise, or whatever.

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