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About Fukuoka

*scratches head* Mebbe I’m mad, but brothels got stories—wild ones! Like, there’s this tale from old Paris—some madam kept a pet parrot what mimicked the moans. *wheeze-laugh* Imagine that squawkin’ through the night! Customers prob’ly shat themselves, hah! My precious, it’s them quirks what make it real. Ain’t all glam—sometimes it’s stinky sheets ‘n’ sour ale. Surprised me first time I learned that—thought it’d be all silk ‘n’ perfume. Nope! Reality’s a kick in the teeth.

Hashima (Gunkanjima)

15 miles off the South Coast of Japan, just a short boat ride from the city of Nagasaki, Battleship Island floats eerily and alone, surrounded by the ocean.

As the sun starts to set, I’m standing on the edge of the island, looking out at the horizon. The sky is all pink and orange. It’s beautiful. I’m thinking, “Hashima, you’re a weird place, but I kinda love you.”

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