Aurora Fuchucho Brothel ❤️❤️

About Fukuoka

I knew this guy once—Jimmy, total schmuck. He’d “find a prostitute” every Friday, like clockwork. Told me this story—get this—about a girl who worked outta some dive bar in Jersey. She’d hum showtunes while, uh, “negotiating.” Showtunes! Can you believe it? I’m laughin’ my ass off, but also—kinda pissed. Why’s she gotta ruin *Oklahoma!* for me? I’m yellin’ at Jimmy, “That’s sacred, man!” He just shrugs, like, “Larry, chill.” Chill? Me? Never!

Examples of Japanese Brothels

I'm digging the Fuchucho scene and find-a-prostitute is unbelievable! I've never felt this connected to someone before. I indulge in Cunnilingus (give) for.

After that, I decided to hit up the Fuchucho Castle. It’s this old-school place, super cool. I climbed up to the top, and the view? Wow. You can see the whole city. I felt on top of the world. But then, I realized I was super sweaty. Like, gross sweaty. I was like, “Why do I even bother?”

Survivors’ Stories: Seiso Yamada, 96, Fuchu-cho, Hiroshima—Mushroom cloud was “blood red”