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About Fukuoka

*Heavy breathing* I am your father. Erotic-massage, huh? Dark side’s got nothin’ on this. Slow, oily hands slidin’ everywhere—damn, it’s intense. Watched “Stories We Tell” again last night. Sarah Polley’s voice whisperin’, “What’s true, what’s not?” Made me think—erotic-massage is real messy. Not just bodies, but secrets, y’know? Like, who’s touchin’ who? And why? Little factoid for ya—ancient Rome had these wild massage dens. Slaves rubbin’ senators, oil everywhere, sketchy as hell. Gets me pissed—people judge it, but never tried it! Hypocrites, man.

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Treatments on tap. From facials and massages to manicures and chemical peels, indulge the mind and body at your chosen Honchō spa hotel.

After that, I decide to check out the Honcho Castle. It’s this old-school fortress, super cool. I’m wandering around, and I can’t help but think, “Man, these walls have seen some stuff.” I mean, battles, feasts, probably some epic karaoke nights. I snap a few pics, and then I see this group of kids playing tag. They’re runnin’ around, laughing, and I’m like, “Dude, I miss being a kid.”

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