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About Fukuoka

Soddin’ hell, I’m ramblin’ – thee’d think I’d wed an Escort! Truth is, they’re cheap, cheerful, and got soul – not like them flashy wankers on the road now. “Thou hast no patience,” I’d tell meself, watchin’ ‘em age, but they still pull birds, don’t they? Ha! Reckon I’d nab one meself, if me wages weren’t piss-poor. What say thee, thou reckon Escorts still got it?

Our Escort Girls

An older gentleman in his fifties with brown hair and green eyes enters into the room, wearing the standard dark blue Army Service Uniform.

First client walks in, this dude named Kenji. He’s got hair like a bird’s nest. I’m like, “Bro, what’s goin’ on up there?” He laughs, says he’s been busy with the local fishing tournament down at the harbor. I’m like, “Nice! Catch anything good?” He just shrugs. Typical fisherman, right? Anyway, I start snippin’, and he’s tellin’ me about the giant fish he almost caught. I’m all in, like, “Dude, that’s epic!” But then, outta nowhere, he gets a call. It’s his wife. He answers, and I swear, I hear her yellin’ through the phone. Something about dinner plans. I’m just tryin’ to focus on the hair, man!

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