Penelope Hashima Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Kyoto

We sneaks in once, hearin’ whispers—did ya know, back in old Paris, brothels had secret tunnels? Yeah, for posh blokes to slip out, no scandal! Made us cackle, them fools hidin’ from wives. But oh, we hates it—loud laughs, clinkin’ coins, all fake, precious. “Love’s a shadow,” movie says, and there? Shadows everywhere, no love, just grime.

Brian Burke-Gaffney

Elbowing for space in the shadows of the apartment blocks were a primary school, junior high school, playground, gymnasium, pinball parlor, movie theater, bars, restaurants, twenty-five .

So, I roll into Hashima, right? This place is wild. It’s like a ghost town but with a twist. The streets are all cracked and overgrown. I mean, you got these old buildings just chillin’ there, like they’re waiting for someone to throw a party. I’m talkin’ about the ruins of the old coal mines. Hashima was once poppin’ with workers, but now? It’s just me and a bunch of crumbling walls.

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