Mari Hashima Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Tokyo

Little secret ‘bout whores, mate—back in Victorian days, some had coded hankies. Red for “busy,” white for “open”—sneaky, eh? Blows me mind, all that cleverness just to shag! We hates it, but—fair play—kinda brill too. Still, pisses me off, all that teasin’. “Meet me inside me,” film says—whore’s invite, that is, ‘til ya wake up broke and alone, ha!

Going To Extremes

Located 15 kilometres from Nagasaki, the eerie Hashima Island looks more like a post-apocalyptic movie set than a former mining colony. If all of mankind suddenly vanished off the face of the .

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?”

Japan explanation of Korean wartime forced labor insufficient: UNESCO