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About Fukuoka

Alright, so I’m a tractor driver, right? Tina Fey here, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!” vibe goin’. Brothels, man, they’re wild! Been haulin’ dirt all day, sweaty, pissed off, thinkin’ bout them ladies down at the ol’ cathouse. Ever seen one up close? Not me, tractor don’t roll that way, but I hear stuff. Like, didya know brothels been legal some places forever? Nevada’s got ‘em since 1800s—crazy, right? Old miners, horny as rabbits, needed a spot to unwind. “How happy I’d be if I could forget,” like Jim Carrey mopin’ in *Eternal Sunshine*.

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Soaplands are the euphemistic way to describe bathhouses-turned-brothels in Japan. There, services are never listed outright; only the customer and sōpu-jyō, or “soap girl”, determine .

Next, I head to the Saijo River. It’s so pretty, with cherry blossoms everywhere. I’m snapping pics like a tourist, and then I see this group of kids playing. They’re laughing and splashing each other. I’m feeling all nostalgic, thinking about my childhood. But then, one of them slips and falls right into the water. I’m like, “Oh no!” But the kid pops up, laughing like a maniac. I can’t help but crack up too. Kids are wild, man.

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