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About Fukuoka

I ain’t no prude, darlin’. Grew up hearin’ whispers ‘bout them red-light joints down in Tennessee. Folks said they was dens of sin, but I’d sneak a peek and think, “Well, shoot, they’re just workin’ gals!” Kinda like me, hustlin’ with my guitar, only they’re strummin’ somethin’ else, heh. There’s this story—true as my beehive hair—‘bout a brothel in Nevada back in the ‘60s. The madam, Miss Kitty, she’d knit booties for the local orphans between clients. Ain’t that a hoot? Made me happy as a pig in mud, thinkin’ kindness hides in funny places.

The Brotheler Guide

Finally, after what felt like a million hours, I finished the job. Mrs. Tanaka was thrilled! She even offered me some homemade mochi. I mean, who can say no to that? I took a bite, and it was like heaven in my mouth. Sweet, chewy, and just the right amount of sticky. I was on cloud nine, forgettin’ all the earlier chaos.

Meet Frank Minano | Manager & Director