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About Fukuoka

Alright, listen up, jabroni! Raised eyebrow, “Know your role.” I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout prostitutes, and man, it’s a wild ride. Watched *The Great Beauty* again last night—damn, that flick’s got soul. Jep Gambardella, that slick bastard, floatin’ through Rome, chasin’ somethin’ real. Reminds me of a hooker I met once, swear to God, she had that same vibe. Name was Candy—yeah, cliché as hell, but stick with me. She worked the Vegas strip, glitter in her eyes, heels clickin’ like a damn metronome. Told me she’d seen it all—dudes cryin’, millionaires beggin’, even a guy who paid her to just talk. “We’re all lookin’ for somethin’,” she said, smokin’ a cig like she owned the night. Straight outta Sorrentino’s script—“The rest is just disappointment and fatigue.”

Our Planet

Takehana ordered the shutting of adult-goods stores, underground casinos, hostess clubs, and erotic massage parlors. An area just north of Kabukicho, stretching between Okubo and Shin .

I stop by this little izakaya on the way home. Gotta treat myself after that chaos. I order some sake and a plate of yakitori. Man, it hits the spot! I’m sittin’ there, laughin’ with the locals, and I forget all about the craziness of the day.