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About Fukuoka

So, you’re lookin’? Check the dark corners—alleys, pubs, them sketchy spots. Coin talks, but don’t be a twat—haggle a bit, keeps it fun. Watch yer back, tho—some’ll rob ya blind, others’ll cling like a bad rash. Me, I’d rather drink than shag half the time—saves the hassle. Oh, and if ya find a good one, tip her extra. “The shame’s on us,” as *Caché* says—don’t be a cheap prick. That’s me wisdom, mate—now sod off and lemme refill me cup!

The price tags and perils of being a prostitute in Shinjuku

Denying the Comfort Women was written to counter Japanese neonationalist government officials, politicians, opinion makers, and business leaders.

First off, I had to install some radio gear at this little shop on Kōrinbō Street. Nice place, but the owner, Mr. Tanaka, is a real character. He’s got this wild hair, like a mad scientist, and he talks a mile a minute. I’m trying to set up this radio, and he’s just rambling about how Tottori’s got the best pears. I mean, I get it, the Tottori pears are bomb, but dude, focus!

Characterized as a 'staircase in the sky' Kengo Kuma's Tottori Takahama Café overlooks Tottori's sand dunes and shore