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About Fukuoka

So, brothels—dodgy dens, eh? Got this vibe, all velvet and sweat. Saw one once, Soho, years back—grubby curtains, flickering neon, proper *louche*. Made me think, cor blimey, *quid pro quo*—cash for a cuddle, old as Rome! Romans had lupanars, see—brothels with frescoes, saucy stuff. Little factoid there, mate, scribbled it down once, pissed on gin. Surprised me, that—thought it’d be all orgies, but nah, just business. Toga off, coin down, *et voilà*.

This woman is fighting to save Bangladesh’s oldest brothel

Several hundred sex workers at Kandapara red-light quarter in Tangail town have been passing their days in hunger as punters stopped coming due to the lockdown imposed by the .

So, I hit the streets, right? Kanda’s got this vibe. Old meets new, ya know? I’m walking down Kanda Surugadai, and bam! I stumble into this little ramen shop. The smell? OMG. I could’ve cried. I ordered a bowl, and it was like a hug in a bowl. Slurped it down like I hadn’t eaten in days.

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