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About Fukuoka

So, picture this: a whore, right? Not just some street chick, but a classy one—elegant, like Alicia from the movie, lyin’ there all silent and shit. “She doesn’t talk back!”—that’s what Benigno would say, fuckin’ creep. But real talk, whores got stories, man. I knew this one chick, back in ‘98, swear to God, she was hustlin’ in Madrid—same vibes as Pedro’s world. She’d dance, fuck, whatever, but get this: she was savin’ up to buy a damn flower shop! A flower shop, motherfucker! Who knew whores had dreams like that? Blew my damn mind.

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Kobe requested the establishment of licensed prostitute quarters in the area. Soon after, a large red light district was built on the spot.

Finally, I get off at Motomachi. This place is buzzing! I’m walkin’ down the street, and there’s this crazy mix of old and new. You got these cute little shops next to fancy boutiques. I’m like, “What’s up, Kobe? You fancy!” I stop by this little café on Kitanozaka Street. Best coffee ever! I mean, I’m a forest guy, but this brew had me feelin’ all kinds of ways.

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