Mari Minamata Whore ❤️

About Kobe

So, check this—back in the ‘20s, prohibition times, whores ran the show. Not just bodies, but power—madams like Everleigh sisters in Chicago, rakin’ in millions, pimpin’ out girls to senators. Little known shit, right? Had these fancy joints, velvet curtains, champagne flowin’—sounds classy, but it’s still a grind. “I’ve abandoned my child!”—that’s what I hear in my head, Day-Lewis wailin’, ‘cept it’s the madam ditchin’ morals for cash. Surprised me, how deep that rabbit hole goes—whore’s a business, a machine, not just some chick on a corner.

Yamagota International Documentary Film Festival

2. Kuwabara is one of the first photographers to visualize the expe- riences of Minamata victims. This point is, for example, discussed in.

First off, I hit up the Minamata Bay. It’s beautiful, right? But then I see this sign about mercury pollution. Like, seriously? I’m tryna enjoy the view, and here’s this heavy reminder of the past. Ugh! It’s like a punch in the gut. I mean, c’mon, can’t we just chill by the water without the dark history looming over us?

How is China doing with the Minamata Convention on Mercury?