Furyo was given some low jobs. He was a step well bellow the big earners who broke legs to collect debts or carried out hits. He was basically a “dancing monkey.” The kind of job asian countries use westerners with no grasp of the language for like holding a sign or recruiting women for “modeling” that was the gateway into sexual exploitation. Furyo was given a smart wardrobe a fancy fleet of cars and sent to areas where western tourists and students congregated with a camera to lure women into the brothels or to work in adult films or hostess clubs depending on their ability to be sweet-talked into taking their clothes off. The first day he got 3 girls interested in doing artful nudes in a studio but none eager to do sex work.

Furyo felt like a scumbag, this was a real piece of shit job. He remembers stories of girls sold off to Arab countries and never seen again. Held captive by some oil mafia tribal warlord in the Mid East. He always had an empathetic sense in his heart but the rough way he grew up rarely gave him the ability to do any thing heroic. Once or twice he broke up domestic violence or took a dog away from an abusive jogger. In prison he tried to save a dude getting punked, when he transferred to another facility he heard it was all for nothing as the former victim was now living as a woman with a lifer. Now he feels the same tinge of regret but he had no other option to survive with out the Yakuza and as it stands he is sworn by oath to do as he is told.

Standing in the smoking circle of Shibuya he meets all kinds of westerners. Blondes, Latinas, Red Heads, Filipinas, Russians and French women all with the friendly eyes of the newly single and interested in mingling. His new business cards are impressive with raised lettering and a faint watermark of a roman pillar and lakefront balcony. Every where he goes he gets at least one girl to agree to come with him for drinks or a lunch meeting. Before long he is running a booming adult film business where nude modeling turns into hard core pornography. Sweet girls from small farms who never thought about lesbian sex or orgies… entered a whole new world. Furyo was the star, set up the lighting and ended up cutting the film into 10 minute clips he would turn into Rooster once a week. For this he was paid over 100 thousand American a year, not including the studio rent or expensive cars included in the payment.

Two times the first month he caught something from broken condoms. Getting the itch or the green drip was no problem since the Yakuza had a full staff of private doctors who could cure pretty much any thing. From fixing up his stab woulds to curing STD’s or digging out bullets, he was covered no matter what was happening. One day while cruising around Kabuki-cho he remembers the three girls from the plane who ghosted him. Running into them again, now they are eager to get to know him. He gets the impression they were comfortable with prostitution already if they are prowling around the Kabuki-cho red light district of Shinjuku looking for a job. So he brings them directly to a whore house the Akuma Boryokudan controls, a few steps away from where they are standing. He rings them in to the front office and brings them up to rooms where they can live and turn tricks in. It’s not like they were friends or he had any reason to feel sympathy for them, but part of him feels dirty not knowing what will become of them.

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He doesn’t really dwell on these things as he drives around in a Ferrari listening to grunge and gangster rap from the states is a cure to any mental duress. Learning the city he finds more and spots full of Americans and gradually learns some simple Japanese greetings. Calling up Angelina, the Gothic European tagger chick. He makes plans to meet again, not sure if she is involved with any body back home he is assured on her end its not a problem. Furyo has a different woman for every day of the week so he doesn’t bother asking for permission to have side chicks outside the business. Furyo does keep wondering about the mother dog and her puppies. Wishes he had some info on the monk and the kitten but now that he is living the rockstar life there is little room for mourning lost pets. Meeting Angelina in the new studio, she inquires about the lighting equipment and cameras. He lies and says he is a film student. She doesn’t buy it but doesn’t argue. Before long she is fucking on camera with him. To his surprise Angelina was into every thing… everything. Especially sex in cemeteries and abandoned buildings.

Angelina wanted to see all the abandoned homes where dead bodies were left for days or weeks to putrefy. She loved the idea of taking candle lit tours of famous cemeteries, straying from the tour group and having public sex among the tombs. Eating mandarin oranges left in temples, drinking sake, eating apples and plums on graves and bags of nuts left as offerings to the dead. This wasn’t strange to him as offerings left to the dead where often a source of free food of him growing up. Furyo meant no disrespect by this but in his heart it felt wrong. Angelina was the the kind of girl friend who bought out the most toxic and scandalous impulses in him. Far from her personality to try to break up fights or bad behavior, she encouraged it. Often instigating feuds between Furyo and other local toughs. Furyo spends more and more of his free time hanging out with 暴走族 Bōsōzoku car enthusiasts and biker gangs. As Furyo experienced more and more of Tokyo’ s counter culture, he yearned for home. Tokyo in all its exotic beauty and crazy night life could never replace the San Francisco Bay Area in his heart.