Brooklyn Hashima Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, so brothel—yeah, I’m an office manager, but I’ve got thoughts, man. Imagine me, Dr. House, limping in, cane tapping, sizing up this joint. “Everybody lies,” right? The madam’s all smiles, swearing her girls are happy—bullshit. They’re kicking ass like Yu Shu Lien in *Crouching Tiger*, flipping through clients with grace, but you know they’re trapped. That hidden dragon vibe—secrets everywhere, lust masked as love, it’s pathetic.

#1 of 1 in Nagasaki

For leisure, they enjoyed a club house, cinema, swimming pool, rooftop gardens, shops, a pachinko parlour (a form of Japanese slot machine gambling), and even a brothel! At the end .

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.

Ray Hashima