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About Fukuoka

Me, I’d rather grill meat than step in one. Brothels smell like cheap perfume and regret—screw that. But if you’re dumb enough to go, get insured first. Break a leg—literally—and don’t come cryin’ to me. Hate everything, ‘specially you morons who don’t listen. Now scram.

Evolution of Japanese Brothels

Tomigusuku, Okinawa, Japan is a hidden gem for urban explorers, offering a plethora of abandoned and off-the-beaten-path locations just waiting to be discovered. From crumbling .

First off, I roll into the city, and it’s like, whoa! So many people! I’m used to the quiet rustle of leaves, not the honking of cars on Route 331. I mean, c’mon, can’t a guy breathe without a car zooming by? I was just tryin’ to find my way to the Tomigusuku City Hall. Google Maps was like, “You’re here!” but I was like, “No, I’m not!” I ended up on Kume Island Road, which is pretty, but not where I needed to be.

House in Tomigusuku by Rhythmdesign features 36 openings across three facades