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About Fukuoka

But, ugh, the jerks who judge her? Piss me off! Like, chill, dude, she’s just tryna eat. Reminds me of Haneke’s flick—“Punishment came swift and silent.” People love pointin fingers, but they don’t get it. She’s not hurtin nobody—well, ‘cept maybe her feet in them heels, ha! Bet she’s got blisters the size of Bikini Bottom.

Beppu bathhouse gives dirty old men the VIP treatment

These early prostitutes were destitute, unregistered, and dressed in wartime work pants and clogs. Some sold themselves merely for a bowl of noodles. By early.

Then, I bump into this old guy. He’s got this wild beard and a smile that could light up the whole city. He starts telling me about the history of Beppu. Apparently, it’s famous for its hot springs, and there’s like, a million of ‘em. I’m thinking, “Dude, I just wanna burn some charcoal, not take a history class!” But he’s so passionate, I can’t help but listen.

Soak in a sand bath in Beppu, Japan’s famous onsen region