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About Fukuoka

Brothels, man, they’re gritty as fuck. Got me pissed sometimes—like them shady joints exploitin girls, traffickin and all that dark shit. Makes me wanna bust in there, Samuel L. Jackson style, yellin, “Get these motherfuckin pimps outta here!” But then, some spots? They’re legit—girls runnin the show, makin bank, happy as hell. That suprised me, yo! Like, in Nevada, legal brothels got health checks, taxes—shit’s organized! One chick, Bunny, from the Moonlite Bunny Ranch, said she paid off her house fuckin. Respect, motherfucker!

(Woman Holding a Wooden Cup Stand Decorated with Chrysanthemums..., mid 1790s. )

New Beauties of the Yoshiwara in the Mirror of their Own Script: Courtesans Takikawa of the Ōgiya Brothel.

So, I roll outta bed, and the sun’s blazin’ like it’s tryin’ to roast me alive. I’m thinkin’, “Great, just what I need.” I grab my gear and head out. Takikawa’s streets are a maze, man. I mean, you got the main drag, Route 12, and then all these little side streets like Kawai and Nishikawa. I swear, I got lost like three times just tryin’ to find my way to the field.

Japanese town deploys growling "Monster Wolf" robots to scare away wild bears