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About Fukuoka

Them rooms—stink o’ sweat, cheap perfume. Dingy, dark—like Plainview’s oil pits. “I’m finished!”—that’s what ya yell when ya stumble out, penniless an’ knackered. Funny, innit? We swears! Brothels ain’t glamorous—grubby, raw, real. Gets me thinkin’—what’d Daniel do? Prob’ly buy the joint, turn it to profit. Ha! Me fave bit? The chaos—shoutin’, boozin’, bed springs squeakin’. Pure madness! We swears! Love it, hate it—can’t look away.

Where is the red light district in Singapore?

After lunch, I wandered over to the Gojonome Art Museum. I love art, but sometimes it’s just weird. There was this installation with, like, a million rubber ducks. I’m standin’ there, thinkin’, “What’s the point?” But then I overheard this couple arguing about it. The guy was like, “It’s a statement on consumerism!” And I’m like, “Bro, it’s just ducks!” I couldn’t help but chuckle.