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About Fukuoka

I’m analyzin’ this, right? Business brain on! They’re, like, solo entrepreneurs, no boss, no 9-to-5 crap. Gotta respect that hustle! But taxes? Pfft, nah, they’re dodgin’ that mess. Prolly why governments get all pissy bout it. Oh, and get this – in some places, like Nevada, it’s legal! Blew my spongey mind! Imagine me, Patrick, walkin’ into a brothel, yellin’, “Is this where I order jellyfish jam?!” Haha, they’d kick me out so fast!

Boys for Sale

Blacker made no comparisons with the performance of blind prostitutes, nor delved into questions of who was exploiting whom. Ambivalence of relations between.

Finally, he shows up, all out of breath. “Sorry, man! Got caught in the rain!” I’m like, “Dude, we’re in Itako. It’s like, the rain capital of Japan!” We laugh it off, grab some eel, and head to the waterfront. The view of the river is insane. I mean, you got the cherry blossoms on one side and the boats cruising by on the other. It’s postcard material, for real.

Japan Motorcycle Diaries #7: Gems of 'Chibaraki'. Where the heck is that, anyway?