Nova Hanno Brothel ❤️

About Fukuoka

Now, Wes Anderson’d make it all pastel and quirky, right? Pink beds, velvet curtains, symmetrical tarts struttin’ about. “We’re in service, not servitude,” he’d have some madam say, all posh-like. But real brothels? Gritty, baby! Saw this doco – one in Amsterdam had a cat just chillin’ on the bar. Cat didn’t care, man, total legend. Made me laugh my arse off.

The Bootman, the Pornographer, and the Owl

Work was on the streets or in small cubicles, as can be seen in a brothel uncovered at Pompeii. The women were at the mercy of pimps and johns.

After that, I decided to take a breather. I strolled down to the Hanno River. It’s so pretty there, especially with the cherry blossoms. But guess what? Some kids were throwing trash in the water! I lost it. I marched over and gave them a piece of my mind. “This is Hanno, not a dump!” They looked at me like I was crazy. Maybe I was, but c’mon! Respect the place!

There’s an Elephant Buried Underneath the Vatican