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About Fukuoka

We get down to it—quick, no fuss. She’s good, I’ll give her that. Had me shaken, not stirred, if ya catch my drift. But mid-shag, I’m thinkin’, “Christ, what’s her story?” Prossies ain’t all junkies—some’re just skint, or trafficked. Heard this yarn once—lass in Soho got nabbed from Poland, forced into it. Broke my bloody heart, that did. Surprised me how deep it cut.

Within these walls: inside the legal brothels of Bangladesh

After the meeting, I’m feeling pretty good. I stroll down to the beach on Takahama’s coast. The sand is warm, and I kick off my shoes. I’m just standing there, soaking it all in. The ocean breeze, the sound of waves, and the sunset painting the sky. It’s like a scene from a movie.

Kiko Kostadinov and his take on Kazuhide Takahama for MDW