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About Yokohama

I’m ramblin’, sue me! Sharp retorts, “Don’t pee on my leg!”—I see through the bullshit. Brothels ain’t just sex dens; they’re history lessons, messed-up ones. Like, in Nevada, legal ones got rules—girls get tested, gotta be safe, but still, shady vibes creep in. Makes me happy seein’ some workers own it, tho—tough as nails, runnin’ their show. Surprised me once, read about this madam in 1800s London, Mary Jeffries, total badass, ran a high-end joint, served royals! Freaked me out—royals? Really? Guess even kings need a lil’ somethin’-somethin’.

Inside the Enigmatic Brothels of Japan

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.

As the sun starts to set, I’m standing on the edge of the island, looking out at the horizon. The sky is all pink and orange. It’s beautiful. I’m thinking, “Hashima, you’re a weird place, but I kinda love you.”

NASA's Dr Hashima Hasan achieves new frontiers for feminism