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About Fukuoka

Now, “The Turin Horse” ain’t got no escorts, but that bleak vibe? Matches the dark bits of the trade. “Day by day, it’s over,” the film drones, and yeah, some escorts burn out—sad as hell. But others? They’re wily, mate. I drink to ‘em—cuz I know things, see? Like how in old Volantis, escorts ran secret guilds—power behind the throne, that’s the shit no one talks bout.

About Nagoya’s Red Light District

It's “safe” in the sense that you won't be robbed/get attacked, but use common sense if you want to visit one of the establishments.

Finally, I get to the market. The smell of grilled meat hits me like a freight train. I’m droolin’ just thinkin’ about it. But then, I see my buddy Taro. He’s got this huge grin on his face. “Dude, you won’t believe what happened!” I’m like, “Spill it!” Turns out, he found a pig that escaped and ran through the streets of Nakatsu! Can you imagine? A pig just cruisin’ down Otemachi Street like it owns the place. I can’t stop laughin’.

Some of the best Japanese fried chicken in Japan comes from this shack in the middle of nowhere