Jasmine Hashima Prostitute ❤️

About Yokohama

Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Alright, pal, lemme tell ya bout prostitutes, them gals got some guts! Been thinkin bout this, yknow, like in “Tree of Life,” where evrything’s all tangled up—life, death, love, the whole damn mess. Prostitute’s life ain’t no picnic, man, its raw, real raw. Makes me pissed, tho, how folks judge em—screw that! They’re out there, hustlin, survivin, while we sit on our asses.

Hayama Yoshiki’s “The Prostitute” in Taiwanese and Manchukuo Proletarian Literature

But then, I hear this loud noise. I turn around, and there’s this group of kids playing. They’re laughing and running around. I’m like, “Wait, are they allowed here?” I mean, it’s a ghost town! But they’re having the time of their lives. I can’t help but smile.

Forgotten utopias: abandoned architectural visions