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About Fukuoka

So I’m peekin’ round, thinkin’, “Where’s these lasses at?” Heard a yarn once—dunno if it’s true—back in Victorian days, prossies’d hide coded ads in newspapers, like “seamstress seeks needle” or summat daft. Clever, eh? Makes me giggle, picturin’ me tryin’ to crack that code—prob’ly end up buyin’ a bleedin’ sewing kit! So I’m mumblin’ to meself, “Find a prostitute, find a prostitute,” when—BAM!—this bird in fishnets pops outta nowhere. “Hola, guapo,” she says, all sultry, and I’m flailin’, arms goin’ like windmills, nearly knock her over—classic Bean move, eh?

Street hooker in Japanese – Tachinbo

Next up, I get this group of tourists. They’re all excited, takin’ selfies and stuff. One dude’s like, “Is this the elevator to the Kushiro Wetlands?” I’m like, “Nah, buddy, but it’ll take ya to the 3rd floor, which is almost as good.” They laugh, and I’m feelin’ like a comedian.

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