Claire Hashima Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Kawasaki

Favorite part? One chick ran her own gig. Badass, sassy—called her spot “The Galaxy.” Laughed my ass off—ironic, us aliens lovin that. She’s all, “I will not fall!” Total queen. Oh, typo city—sorrt, fat fingers. Brothel’s gritty, smelly—sweat, cheap perfume. Kinda hot, kinda gross. Ever smell desperation? We do, enhanced sensors, bitchin tech. Surprised me—thought it’d be glam. Nope, raw as fuck.

Hashima: The Ghost Island

Hashima is legendary amongst the urban exploration community, and some daring urbexers have made it there – adventurously, and presumably illegally – and managed to take spectacular .

Then, outta nowhere, I trip over a loose brick. Like, seriously? I’m a forester, not a klutz! I’m cursing under my breath, “Damn you, Hashima!” But then I look up and see this view of the ocean. It’s stunning! The waves crashing against the rocks, the sun glinting off the water. I’m like, “Okay, maybe you’re not so bad, Hashima.”

Mind if I barge in?