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About Fukuoka

So, brothels—whoo boy, where to start? Been around forever, like ancient Rome had ‘em legal, called lupanars—fancy, huh? Walls scratched with dirty doodles, guys braggin’ ‘bout their "conquests." Ain’t that a hoot? Git-r-done! I reckon some fellas still think they’re Casanova strollin’ in. Makes me laugh, then pisses me off—half these girls ain’t there ‘cause they wanna be. Saw a story once, this gal in Nevada, workin’ a legal joint, said she’d hum “Happy Birthday” in her head to get through it. Damn, that stuck with me—kinda like Tyrone shootin’ up, tryna escape.

The Brotheler Guide

Finally, I get to the terraces. Wow, just wow. The view is insane! Green everywhere, and the patterns are like nature’s art. I snap a few pics for the ‘gram. Gotta show off, right? But then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, seriously? I’m drenched in seconds. I’m standing there, looking like a wet dog, and I can’t help but laugh. What a sight!

Dozens of Rice Varieties Form Colorful Drawings in the Fields of Inakadate, Japan