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About Fukuoka

So, where’s da trick? “Lightbulb!” – check da docks, mate! Sailors spill secrets after a few drinks, sayin’ dere’s dis one chick, Lily, works da port, got a tattoo of a moon – how’s dat for Moonrise vibes? She’s sly, moves like a fox, charges double but worth it. Little known fact – she once punched a drunk admiral, knocked him cold! Laughed me arse off hearin’ dat, bloody legend she is! Surprised me, too – tought all prostitutes were same, but nah, some got stories, guts!

The entertainment district

As far as red light districts go, Tokyo’s Kabukicho near Shinjuku station is relativity tame. Unlike Amsterdam there are no pot houses (aka “coffee shops”), sex workers are not selling their .

Then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring! I’m like, “Are you kidding me?!” I dash for cover under a tree, but it’s not helping much. I’m soaked. I laugh it off, though. What else can you do?

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