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About Fukuoka

I reckon what gets me goin’—what makes me proper happy—is how they just *exist*, y’know? No shame, no fuss, just livin’. Like Llewyn, singin’ his guts out for a crowd that don’t care. “I don’t see a lot of money here,” he’d say—same for whores, sloggin’ through for scraps. But they’ve got guts, mate, guts! That’s what I love. Gets me all giddy, thinkin’ bout their sass. Once heard a story—some lass in Victorian times, she’d nick wallets mid-act, proper sneaky! Had me laughin’ for days—cheeky minx.

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Sex work is a way of life for thousands of women in marginalized communities in certain parts of rural India. For many, it is the only way to make money - al.

Then I decide to stroll along the Uji River. It’s beautiful, right? Cherry blossoms everywhere, and I’m feeling all poetic. But then, BAM! A group of tourists comes through, loud as heck. They’re taking selfies, blocking the path. I’m like, “Excuse me, can I just walk?” But nope, they’re too busy posing. Ugh, I was so annoyed!

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