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About Fukuoka

So, check it – back in the day, used to hear stories, right? Dudes cruisin’ shady streets, lookin’ for that quick thrill. Ain’t my style, nah, but I get it – some cats just wanna feel alive. Raised eyebrow, “Know your role,” – you gotta know what you’re steppin’ into. Prostitution’s old as dirt, man – fact is, ancient Rome had brothels called “lupanars.” Crazy, right? Stinks of desperation tho – makes me mad seein’ folks trapped in that life.

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This dissertation approaches prewar Okinawan commercial theater both as an institution and as a space of experience and expression.

Later, I decide to check out the Yonabaru Castle ruins. I’m all about that history, ya know? But it’s a hike. I’m sweating again, and my legs are like, “What are you doing to us?” Finally, I get there, and it’s beautiful. The view is insane! I snap a pic, and it’s like, “This is why I came here.”

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