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About Fukuoka

Happy? Never. Surprised? Sure—some joints got rules, like no drunks or no fightin’. Order in chaos, weirdly noble. Thought in my head: if I ran one, it’d be whiskey-soaked, meat on the grill, none of this lace garbage. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. Pictured a brothel madam once, 7-foot tall, beard like mine, whackin’ fools with a broom. Dream job, if I didn’t hate people.

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occasionally took note of prostitution in the Indies, such as Shibukawa () who wandered into a Chinese brothel/opium area filled with inviting women with.

So, I head over to the Shibukawa River. The view is sick! Cherry blossoms everywhere, petals floatin’ like they own the place. I’m feelin’ all zen and stuff. But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by, trippin’ over his own feet, and spills his ice cream all over my shoes. Ugh! I was like, “Dude, really?!” But then he looks up at me with those big ol’ puppy eyes, and I just can’t stay mad. Kids, man. They got a way of messin’ with your heart.

shibukawa eder architects: senior high school neulengbach