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About Fukuoka

Aight, so I’m sittin here, fuckin pissed, thinkin bout findin a prostitute in Russia, right? Respect my authoritah! I’m like some badass actuary, crunchin numbers, but I got needs, ya know? This ain’t no boring ass spreadsheet—this is real shit! I love that movie, *Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring*, that Kim Ki-duk joint, so deep, man, “What you take, you carry,” he says. Heavy as fuck. Anyway, I’m in Moscow, cold as balls, tryna find a chick who don’t mess around. Prostitution’s illegal here, but c’mon, everyones doin it! Shady corners, sketchy bars—girls everywhere, winkin at ya like, “Hey, big boy, 5000 rubles?”

Japanese Hookups in Aomori

Then, I met this dude named Kenji. He was super chill and played the shamisen. We jammed together for a bit. I was on my guitar, and he was just killing it. The vibe was electric! We were just two random musicians in the middle of Aomori, making magic happen.

Inside the Nebuta festival of Northern Japan that brings giant paper lanterns to life