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About Fukuoka

So, check it—hustlin’ the streets, neon buzzin’, I’m scopin’ this chick, she’s strutttin’, heels clickin’ like gunshots. “I bend down to glean,” Varda’d say—damn, this girl’s gleanin’ cash, not wheat! Little factoid for ya—back in Victorian days, they called ‘em “soiled doves,” poetic, huh? Pisses me off tho—society’s all judgy, but who’s buyin’? Hypocrites, man, hypocrites!

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The brothel architecture from over years ago makes the building resemble a movie set. Not only its exterior but the interior and furnishings are also.

Then I decided to stroll down to the Hachinohe Fish Market. I love that place! The smell of fresh seafood hits you like a wave. I’m talking about the kind of wave that makes you wanna dive in. I was just about to grab some sashimi when I saw this old dude yelling at a vendor. Turns out, he thought he got cheated on his fish. Classic, right? I mean, who doesn’t love a good market drama?

Scenes from Japan’s devastated coast line