Lucy Kuroda Brothel ❤️❤️

About Fukuoka

So, picture this—me, Apollo, strollin’ into a brothel, right? Not to bang, just to scope it. The vibe’s all sleazy, smoky, like a Scorsese flick. Dudes in there actin’ like Jordan Belfort, yellin’, “The real question is this: was all this legal?” Ha! Legal my ass—half these spots dodge taxes like champs. Makes me laugh, but also pisses me off—why’s everythin’ gotta be so grimy? I’m all about that clean fight, ya know? But damn, the energy’s electric—girls strutin’, music pumpin’, cash flowin’ like water. Gets my blood racin’, I ain’t gonna lie!

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I mean, he probably figures since he spent most of his time in a brothel growing up and he turned out OK that it will be fine.

Then, outta nowhere, I bump into my buddy Kenji. He’s all hyped up about some new ramen joint that just opened near the Kuroda River. I’m like, “Dude, I just lost a sandwich to a bird!” But he’s relentless. “C’mon, man! You gotta try it!” So, we head over, and let me tell ya, this place is packed. Like, standing-room-only packed.

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