Amelia Hashima Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Kawasaki

Still, kinda funny—heard this story, some pimp in Nevada got a brothel license framed next to his grandma’s quilt. Quirky bastard. Made me smirk, I’ll give ‘im that. Place was called somethin’ dumb—Moonlite Bunny Ranch? Sounds like a reject pet store. “Remember Sammy Jankis,” Nolan’s flick says—well, I’d forget that dump fast if I could. Girls in there, half-dead eyes, painted up like clowns—sad as a snapped E-string. Pissed me off. Wasted potential, y’know?

Hashima Island: On the Issue of forced labor and comfort women

15 miles off the South Coast of Japan, just a short boat ride from the city of Nagasaki, Battleship Island floats eerily and alone, surrounded by the ocean.

But then, I get hit with a wave of nostalgia. I think about the miners who worked here. They must’ve had some crazy stories. I mean, they lived on this tiny island, working their butts off. And now? It’s just me and a bunch of seagulls. I swear, one of them looked at me like, “What are you doing here, dude?”

Stop NHK from Spreading Unverified Gunkanjima Labor Videos