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About Fukuoka

Alright, mate, so I’m a carpenter, right? Hammerin’ nails, sawin’ wood, real hands-on gig. Got me thinkin’ bout prostitutes—yeah, the oldest trade, eh? Kinda like carpentry, but with less splinters, haha. Been watchin’ *Ten*—you know, Abbas Kiarostami’s flick? That movie’s my jam, all raw and unfiltered, like a 2x4 fresh off the mill. Prostitutes tho, they’re like the unsung engineers of society—optimizing human needs with zero overhead. Efficiency, baby! Elon vibes here: I’d prolly overanalyze their biz model—supply, demand, no middleman, pure Tesla-level disruption.

The price tags and perils of being a prostitute in Shinjuku

Controlling the cunning professor, you must seduce Reiko by selecting correct choices that are presented to you at almost any given point, avoiding disturbances such as the ugly .

First off, I’m hustling down Kōen-dōri, trying to grab a coffee at my fave spot, Café Iijima. You know, the one with the cute barista? Yeah, that one. But of course, there’s a line. A long one. Like, I’m talking “I might as well set up camp” long. Ugh! I’m standing there, tapping my foot, thinking about how I need that caffeine fix.

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