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About Fukuoka

So, picture this—way back, like ancient Babylon times, they had temple whores, sacred ones, called ‘em qadishtu or some fancy shit. Ain’t that wild? Folks bangin’ for the gods, gettin’ holy while gettin’ it on. Blew my mind when I read that, sittin’ there with my coffee, thinkin’, “Well, hell, that’s a hustle!” Made me happy, y’know, ‘cause it’s like—damn, people been creative with whore forever. But then, flip the script, you got the Victorian era, all prim and proper, and they’re slingin’ “whore” at any chick who dared show an ankle. Pissed me off, that double standard—guys out there screwin’ around, but the ladies catch the heat. Typical bullshit.

Yakageya INN&SUITES

Then, I decided to check out the local market on Shōwa-dōri. OMG, the food! I tried some yakitori, and it was fire! Like, I could eat that for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I was in heaven. But then, I saw this weird-looking fruit. I think it was a persimmon? I was like, “What even is that?” I had to try it. Spoiler alert: it was not good.

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