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Oi mate, me, a fisherman, yeah, James Bond style – suave, “shaken, not stirred.” Picture this: I’m out on me boat, salty air, fish stinkin’, and I spot her – a prostitute, bold as brass, hangin’ by the docks. Ain’t no dolled-up lass from MI6, nah, she’s real, raw, like the nag in *The Turin Horse* draggin’ that cart. “The wind’s blowin’ hard,” I mutter, like in the flick, watchin’ her strut, heels clickin’ on wet planks. She’s a mystery, mate, a bleedin’ puzzle – who’s she waitin’ for? Some drunk sailor or a posh git like me?

10. FROM PROSTITUTE ON THE LAM TO MISTRESS

Especially, Fukuhara, which was located in a corner of Kobe, also flourished as a prostitute district from a brothel along with economic.

By the time I head back to the train, I’m exhausted but happy. Kobe, you crazy city! You’ve got my heart. I’m thinkin’ about all the wild stuff that happened today. From seagulls to steak, it’s been a rollercoaster.

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