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About Fukuoka

Oh blast, here I go! Brothel, huh? Filthy places, mate! Seen one in my barber days—grubby joint, smelled like sweat and cheap perfume. C-3PO, panicked, “R2-D2, where are you?”—that’s me, peekin’ through the curtain, eyes wide! Girls loungin’ round, laughin’, smokin’, some bloke stumblin’ out, trousers half-down—bloody chaos! Reminds me of *The Turin Horse*, that slow, grim slog— “The wind’s blowing, everything’s ruined!” Life in a brothel’s like that, innit? Decayin’, desperate, yet somehow alive.

Hokkaido Red Light District

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But then, I had to rush to my next gig. I was interpreting for a local art exhibit on Shimizu Street. I thought it’d be chill, but nope! The artist was super intense. He was all about his “deep emotional connection” to the art. I’m standing there, trying to keep up with his poetic ramblings. I’m like, “Dude, it’s just paint on canvas!” But I had to sign it all passionately.

Before COVID-19, Japan ‘lost’ 2 decades in vaccine research