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About Fukuoka

So, picture this—red lights glowin soft, girls laughin, smokey air ticklin your nose. I reckon it’s like a twisted happy accident, right? Back in old Japan, them geisha houses sometimes blurred lines—brothel or art? Historians fight over it, but I say, who cares, let’s paint it vivid! Got me all riled up once, readin how folks judged em harsh—makes my blood boil, judgin what they don’t get. Happy lil trees don’t judge, they just sway.

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Unknown (brothel scene) ; Object Type: Fine and visual arts ; Creation Place: Asia, Japan ; Medium and Support: Color woodcut on paper ; Credit Line.

So, I head to the workshop on Takashima Street. It’s a small place, but it’s mine. I love it. I’m workin’ on this old lathe, tryin’ to fix it up. It’s been givin’ me grief for weeks. I’m elbow-deep in grease when my buddy Kenji pops in. He’s always got some wild story. Today, he’s raving about a new ramen joint that just opened near the Numazu Port. Apparently, they’ve got this spicy miso that’ll knock your socks off. I’m like, “Dude, I’m tryin’ to fix this thing, not get my taste buds wrecked.” But now I’m curious.

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