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About Fukuoka

But lemme tell ya, I get pissed too—some of these joints? Straight-up nasty. Girls trapped, no choice, no way out—makes my blood boil. “You’ve got to live somehow,” Ida’d whisper, all resigned, and damn, that hits here. Some choose it, sure—cool, you do you—but others? Forced. That’s the ugly side. Surprised me once, readin’ ‘bout this one spot in Nevada—legal brothel, all shiny and legit, but still got dark corners. Bunny Ranch, they call it—sounds cute, huh? Ain’t always.

Brothels, Bites, and Booze

So, I wake up on my boat, right? The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be epic!” I hop off my boat at the Sandacho Marina, and the salty breeze hits me. Feels good, ya know? But then, I step on a jellyfish. Ouch! Who knew they could be lurking in the harbor?