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About Fukuoka

Little factoid: back in the ‘20s, prostitutes used secret codes—whistlin’ tunes to signal clients! Ain’t that nuts? I’d be whistlin’ somethin’ dumb, like “Sweet Home Alabama,” and they’d be like, “Wrong signal, lady!” Ha! I’d laugh, but inside I’d be pissed—why’s this so tricky? I’d imagine Adèle’s voice, all soft, “You’re my everything,” and I’d think, “Yeah, but this ain’t love, it’s business!”

You’re Temporarily Blocked

He tells Anjo's girlfriend, an English-speaking Chinese prostitute named Karen, that Anjo must still be alive, perhaps kidnapped by a rival clan. Jijii.

After the shearin’, we head to the local diner on Kōen-dōri. Best breakfast in town, no cap. I order the usual—omelet and rice. Kenji’s all about that miso soup. We’re chattin’ and laughin’, and then BAM! The power goes out. Just like that. I’m sittin’ there, fork halfway to my mouth, and it’s pitch black. I’m thinkin’, “Great, now I’m gonna starve.”

Large landslide closes Estrada dos Anjos in Ponta do Sol