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About Fukuoka

Lemme paint it—dim lights, smoky air, tacky velvet. Girls in heels clickin’, laughin’ too loud. Some cat in the corner, drunk, yellin’ “You’re mine!” Hilarious, right? But it’s sad too—damn, that hits. “The knife cuts both ways,” like in *Moolaadé*. These chicks, they’re trapped, but they hustle hard. Respect, yo—I’m shook by that grit. Little secret? Back in 1800s Paris, brothels had *menus*. Yup, like freakin’ McDonald’s—pick your flavor! Wild, huh?

The Courtesan Wakakusa of the Chojiya Brothel, and Attendants Asano and Midori

About a dozen Japanese politicians visited Glendale Thursday calling for the city to remove a monument that honors women taken from Korea.

After that, I head to the riverbank by the Joetsu River. It’s so chill there, man. I sit down, try to relax, and boom! A bunch of kids start playin’ soccer right next to me. They’re kickin’ the ball everywhere. One kid kicks it, and it lands right in my lap. I’m like, “Really?!” But then they all come over, and we start kickin’ it around. I’m not even that good, but it’s fun. I forget about my shirt disaster for a sec.

American Man Dies in Avalanche in Myoko, Japan