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About Fukuoka

What gets me ragin tho? The toffs who lock em up, then sneak round back for a quickie—hypocrites, the lot! Seen it meself, some posh git in a suit, stammerin excuses when I caught him. Made me wanna smash somethin, but I just smirked, “Shaken, not stirred, eh, guv?” Ruby, tho—she’s a laugh. Once chucked a soggy fag at me, yellin, “Warden, you’re a bleedin cat!”—like Llewyn’s mate losin that damn moggy. Cracked me up, she did.

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This book traces the social history of early modern Japan's sex trade, from its beginnings in seventeenth-century cities.

So, I’m leaving the museum, and guess what? It starts pouring. Like, outta nowhere! I’m sprinting down Kōen-dōri, dodging puddles like I’m in some weird video game. I’m soaked, but I can’t stop laughing. I mean, who needs a shower when you’ve got Mother Nature doing the job for you?

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