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About Fukuoka

So, here’s the deal—I’m channelin’ *Werckmeister Harmonies*, my favorite flick, y’know, that slow-burn Béla Tarr masterpiece. Dark, moody, Hungarian vibes—perfect for this. Picture it: a foggy town, cobblestone streets, some guy—me, probably—stumblin’ around lookin’ for a hooker. “The prince is coming!”—that’s a line from the movie, right? Except here, the prince ain’t no metaphor, it’s me hopin’ for a miracle! I’m lost, confused, probly mutterin’ to myself, “This is insane, why am I here?!” Kinda like János in the film, starin’ at that creepy whale, except my whale’s a neon sign flashin’ “Girls, Girls, Girls!”

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The major problem in this research is the existance of prostitution phenomena in Japan as reflected in Haruki Murakami's After Dark novel.

Finally, I decide to hit up the local market on Shōwa Street. It’s buzzing with life! I’m feeling good again. I grab some fresh fruit, and this old dude starts chatting me up. He’s telling me about the best spots in Takahashi. I’m all ears, right? But then he starts going off about his cat. Like, bro, I’m here for the city, not your cat stories!

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