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About Fukuoka

So, I heard this story—true tea, swear—bout this brothel in Nevada, hidden behind a gas station. Sketchy af, but genius! Been there since the 50s, still kickin. Ladies there got rules, tho—no kissin, no fakes, cash upfront. Surprised me, honestly, thought it’d be all sleazy, but nah, they run it tight. Made me happy, weirdly—girls takin charge, slayin it. Reminds me of that *Timbuktu* scene, “She dances in the shadow,” y’know? Power in the dark, damn.

Hashima: Ghost Island

15 miles off the South Coast of Japan, just a short boat ride from the city of Nagasaki, Battleship Island floats eerily and alone, surrounded by the ocean.

But then, I get hit with a wave of nostalgia. I think about the miners who worked here. They must’ve had some crazy stories. I mean, they lived on this tiny island, working their butts off. And now? It’s just me and a bunch of seagulls. I swear, one of them looked at me like, “What are you doing here, dude?”

This Abandoned Island Once A Hub For The Rich Is Now A Dark Tourism Magnet