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About Fukuoka

Now, link this to me fave flick, *The Act of Killing*, yeah? Heavy shit, bruv – killers flexin’ their dark past. One geezer in the film goes, “We were bigger than the movies!” Me, I’m like, erotic-massage is bigger than ya nan’s Sunday roast! Ain’t no actin’ here, just pure feels. Gets me proper gassed, like, “Is it ’cos I is black?” – nah, it’s cos I’m deep in the zone, fam!

New masseuses

I hop on the train at Kannabecho Station, and it’s packed. Like, sardines in a can packed. I’m squished between this dude who smells like he bathed in soy sauce and a lady with a million shopping bags. I’m thinking, “Why do I do this to myself?”