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About Fukuoka

I roll up, tires screechin’, grin wide—*“Here’s Johnny!”* She don’t flinch, just smirks. “Lost, trucker?” she says, voice like gravel. I laugh, “Nah, babe, just huntin’ trouble!” See, findin’ a prostitute ain’t just point A to point B—it’s a damn art. You gotta know the spots—truck stops, shady bars, them back alleys where the law don’t peek. Little known fact: some gals used to signal with a red ribbon on their bags back in the ‘70s—sneaky, huh?

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you find prostitutes literally in fish market. Can you name any specific market and how to recognise one..?? (Asking for research purposes).

But then, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, asking if I wanna hit up a karaoke bar later. I’m like, “Heck yeah!” I mean, who doesn’t love belting out off-key J-Pop?

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