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About Fukuoka

Gets me thinkin—why’s it even a thing? Lads too lazy to chat up proper? Ha! We hates it! Slimy owners rakin cash, girls gettin nowt—pisses me off! “Who’s really tellin this tale?” I growls, quotin Sarah again. Not me, precious—not me! Rather watch me fave movie than step in that muck. Brothel? Nah, mate—cows smell better!

What became of Yoshiwara, Tokyo’s old red-light district?

Prohibition in London. Prohibition against organised prostitution. The city of London prohibited any 'Whore of a brothel' from living within the walls.

So, I wake up in my tiny hotel room in Shinjuku. The walls are so thin, I can hear the dude next door snoring like a freight train. I’m like, “Dude, chill!” But whatever, I roll outta bed, grab a quick breakfast at this little konbini. You know, onigiri and some weird flavored tea. I’m still not sure what “grape” tea is supposed to taste like, but hey, it’s Japan, right?

Minister Toki-Brown heads to Philippines for WHO meeting