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About Fukuoka

Brothels, man, they’re loud, messy, alive. Piano notes in my head, all sad-like, while dudes haggle prices. Weird mix—beauty and filth. Ever hear ‘bout the secret ones? Victorian era, hidden rooms, posh lords sneakin’ in. Hypocrites, all of ‘em—made me smirk. Still, bouncin’ there, you see it—hope, despair, all tangled. Fear leads to anger… hate to suffering. Brothel’s a mirror, y’know? Shows the raw shit people hide. Hmph, rather watch “The Pianist” again—less stink.

Discover Osaka

One woman, who ran a brothel on Falkland Road, told Mark she had been kidnapped from her village in South India at 12 years old and taken to.

After that, I decide to hit up the Hitachi Civic Center. They had this art exhibit, right? I’m thinkin’, “Cool, I’ll get some culture.” But nah, it was just a bunch of weird sculptures. One looked like a giant potato. I’m standin’ there, tryin’ to figure out if it’s art or just a potato. I’m laughin’ to myself, and this lady next to me gives me the side-eye. Chill, lady, it’s just a potato!

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