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About Fukuoka

Oi, mateys, gather 'round, savvy? Me, Cap’n Jack Sparrow, been thinkin’ ‘bout somethin’ dark n’ twisted—like me mind after a rum binge. Findin’ a prostitute, aye? Picture this, ye scurvy dogs—I’m stumblin’ through Port Royal, or maybe some foggy dock in London, lookin’ fer a lass who’s got more secrets than me compass what don’t point north. “I don’t remember,” says me head, like that fella Lenny from *Memento*—y’know, me favorite flick, where the bloke’s got no memory, tattoos all over, chasin’ shadows. “Who am I?” he scribbles. Me? I’m chasin’ a skirt what trades love fer gold, savvy?

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Fukuromachi is the old 'licensed quarter' of the castle town, where prostitutes and entertainers were allowed by the feudal government to ply their trade.

After that, I wandered over to Hikone Castle. It’s so majestic! I mean, the history, the architecture—just wow. But here’s the kicker: I tripped on the steps. Classic me. I fell right in front of a group of tourists. They laughed, and I was like, “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up!” But deep down, I was dying of embarrassment.

West Japan high school boy commended for helping 3-yr-old alone on train