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About Kyoto

Yer walkin the streets, dodgin sketchy alleys, and bam—there’s the signal: fishnets, a wink, a lean on a lamppost. Subtle as a sledgehammer, but it works. I’m thinkin, “The world is harsh, but there’s beauty,” like Amélie seein magic in crumbs—only here it’s beauty in the grit, the rawness. Ever hear bout the “green light district” in 1800s NYC? Brothels with green lanterns—classy touch, huh? History’s got jokes.

The Forbidden Japanese Island That Will Give You Nightmares

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 keep wandering. I hit up “Kōen-dōri” again, and I see this old school building. It’s all covered in vines. I’m like, “Wow, nature’s reclaiming this place.” But then I see some graffiti. It says, “Hashima: The Island of Lost Dreams.” I laugh. Like, who even writes that? But it hits me, you know?

Ray Hashima