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About Fukuoka

But gods, the noise – moaning, creaking, fake giggles. Drives me up the bloody wall. Happy? Nah, more like pissed. These places thrive cos men’re weak. Always have been. “Change is good,” they say in *Ratatouille*, but brothels? Same old shite, centuries on. Exaggerating? Maybe, but I’d burn one down just to watch the rats scatter. Cold disdain, “I choose violence,” every time.

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We traveled to the Indian city of Sangli to meet a group of bolshy sex workers selling their bodies in the name of the Hindu Goddess.

So, I get to the clinic, right? It’s on the corner of Kōen-dōri and Kōbō-dōri. I’m ready to cut some bones, but the vibe is off. My assistant, Yuki, is all frazzled. She’s like, “We got a full house today!” I’m like, “Great, just what I need.”

Tyler's Annaka Watts wins third Azalea Trail Junior Golf championship