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About Fukuoka

Hey, so brothel, huh? Wild stuff! I’m thinkin’ bout them old-school joints—grimy, loud, fulla secrets. Kinda like in *There Will Be Blood*—ya know, "I drink your milkshake!" vibes. Them girls prolly drained wallets like Daniel Plainview sucked oil. Hella intense! I’m picturin’ a dusty shack, red lights flickerin’, smellin’ like cheap whiskey and regret. Prolly some dude in there yellin’, "I’ve abandoned my child!"—but nah, he’s just broke and horny.

A Story About Messing With an Asian Peddler Until We Ended Up Fucking | アジアの物売りにイタズラしたらセックスまでシちゃった話

In the mids, when I was a university student, Japan was in the midst of its bubble economy. Just by privately tutoring children whose parents were.

Then, I get a call from my mom. She’s in Numata too, visiting some shrine. She’s all excited, telling me about the beautiful cherry blossoms at the Numata Park. I’m like, “Mom, I’m stuck in the office!” But she’s so happy, I can’t help but smile.

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