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About Fukuoka

So, I’m wonderin—what’s it like for her? Is she happy? Trapped? Surprised me how chill some of em are. Talked to this one gal once—total accident, swear it—near a fire call. She’s leanin on a wall, smokin, says, “Hey, hero, need a date?” I laugh, like, nah, I’m good, lady. But she’s cool, tells me she’s been at it 10 years. TEN YEARS! Can ya believe that? “Fish are friends, not food,” I mutter—thinkin she’s dodgin sharks out here daily. She smirks, like she gets it. Weird moment, man.

Before Geishas were the Oirans

Real Oiran have disappeared after the law banishing prostitution had passed in Now, it has evolved into a very different form of.

We head over to the Agano River. Man, it’s beautiful! The water’s glistening, and the cherry blossoms are still hangin’ on. I’m feelin’ all zen, ya know? But then, I trip over a rock. Classic me. I’m sprawled out, and Kenji’s laughin’ his head off. “You good, bro?” I’m like, “Yeah, just takin’ a break!”

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