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About Fukuoka

Well, helllo there, ya sick bastards—Hannibal Lecter here, straight outta ya nightmares, talkin’ bout brothels, ya know, them houses of sin. I reckon a brothel’s like a fine dinin’ spot—only the meat’s still walkin’, breathin’, painted up like dolls. “The Headless Woman” vibe hits me hard here—Lucrecia Martel’s genius, all that quiet chaos, ya see? Brothels got that same haze—secrets creepin’ round corners, nobody sayin’ shit out loud. “What did I do?”—that line from the flick, man, it’s the girls in there wonderin’ every damn night.

How Japan’s Secretive ‘Soapland’ Brothels Operate

First stop? The local konbini on Kawai Street. Gotta grab my morning coffee, right? But guess what? They were outta my fave blend! Ugh, I was like, “Are you kidding me?!” So, I settled for some random stuff. Not the same, but whatever.

Former Supervisor Toru Miyoshi Dies