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About Fukuoka

So, this brothel—dingy hole in Tortuga, smelled o’ rum and regret. Girls there, they ain’t smilin’, nah, eyes hollow like cannon barrels. One night, I stumble in, half-sloshed, lookin’ for a laugh. But what I see? A wee thing, barely 18, tremblin’ like a sail in a gale. “You’re late,” she mutters, voice flat—straight outta that movie, aye? Made me blood boil, it did! Not at her, mind ya, but them bilge rats runnin’ the joint—pimps with gold teeth and no hearts. Greedy bastards, tradin’ flesh like it’s barrels o’ grog. I wanted to gut ‘em, feed ‘em to the sharks, but me compass? Pointin’ elsewhere, as always.

Brothels Overlook

The abandoned Queen Chateau in Mito, two-hours northeast of Tokyo, epitomizes the often gauche and over-the-top architecture commonly displayed by Japan's.

After the museum, we hit up a little café on Kairakuen Street. I order this matcha latte that’s basically a work of art. I take a sip, and it’s like a hug in a cup. Suddenly, I’m feeling all zen. But then, I spill it all over my shirt. Classic me, right?

Kenneth Lou, co-founder and CEO of Mito Health, on using tech to improve access to healthcare