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About Fukuoka

*We come in peace* (robotic tone). Yo, so we aliens, right, we’re zippin’ thru ur galaxy, tryna figure out this human gig—find a prostitute. Like, what’s the deal? We land in some shady corner of ur planet, neon lights blinkin’, and I’m thinkin’, “This is some wild shit.” Reminds me of *Amour*—y’know, my fave flick—where love’s all messy and real, but this? This ain’t love, it’s bizness. “The body fails,” like Haneke says, but here it’s for sale, not dyin’. Freaky, right?

How Japan’s Secretive ‘Soapland’ Brothels Operate

First off, I woke up late. Like, super late. My alarm? Totally ignored it. I jumped outta bed, threw on whatever I could find. I mean, who needs matching clothes, right? I rushed outta my apartment on Kōen-dōri, and let me tell ya, the streets were already buzzing. Nishiwaki is usually pretty quiet, but today? Nah, not a chance.

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