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About Fukuoka

Alright, so I’m a sailor, huh? Been ‘round the world, seen some sh*t. Brothels? Man, they’re like ports for the soul—dirty, loud, alive. So, lemme tell ya, Larry King style, slow and pokin’. What’s a brothel to me? Ever been to one? Smells like sweat, cheap perfume, regret. Kinda like the sea, but with more moanin’. You walk in, it’s dim, smoky—girls loungin’, eyes sharp as knives. “What’s your poison, sailor?” they’d say, smirkin’. I’m thinkin’, *poison? Lady, I’m already drownin’.*

The history of brothels

Scholars believe the drawing is based on a scene from the novel La Fille Elisa (The Girl Elisa), which tells the story of a girl who became a.

But then, outta nowhere, this old dude starts yelling at me. “Hey! No fishing here!” I’m like, “Chill, grandpa! I’m just observing!” But he’s not having it. I’m trying to explain, but he’s waving his cane like a sword. I’m thinking, “Dude, I’m not here to steal your fish!”

Long-term trend analysis on total and extreme precipitation over Shasta Dam watershed