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About Fukuoka

I knew dis one chick, real story – swear! Worked corners near old Moscow bakery. Smelled like bread, but she smelled trouble. Had dis trick – hid rubles in her bra. Coppers never checked dere, hah! Smart, y’see? Dat’s prostitute life – quick thinkin’, no bullshit. Made me laugh, dat sly move. “What’s your job?” – like in “Ten”, dey ask her. She’d grin, say, “I sell dreams, dummy!” Hah, dat sass!

Ancient Near East

I duck into this little shop, and guess what? They’re selling umbrellas! I buy one, and it’s the most ridiculous thing ever. It’s bright pink with polka dots. I look like a walking candy store, but whatever. I’m rocking it!

Masks appear on statues of Japan’s loyal dog Hachiko, but only one gets to keep it【Photos】