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About Fukuoka

Oi mate, so brothel, yeah? Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – what a bleedin’ mess, innit? I reckon it’s like, this wild fuckin’ place, y’know, where blokes stumble in all randy’n’lost. Saw this one joint in Amsterdam once – fuckin’ mental! Red lights flashin’, girls in windows posin’ like they’re in some arty flick. Reminds me o’ *Goodbye to Language*, that line – “What lacks is lacking!” – ‘cos fuck me, ain’t that the truth? They got nothin’ real, just shadows fuckin’ about.

Hotels in Kabukicho

So, my ramen comes, and I dive in. It’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth! I’m slurpin’ away, and I can’t help but smile. This is what life’s about, man. But then, I look out the window, and I see a guy in a suit, just standin’ there, lookin’ all stressed. I’m like, “Dude, you need some ramen in your life!”