Madison Hashima Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Love how they don’t give a damn, brother. “You’re not my boss,” one told me—sassy! Reminds me of that flick line, “What’s up with you, man?” Just raw, real energy—gets me hyped! Ever try talkin’ to one, brother? They’ll school ya quick—smarter than ya think. One shocked me once—knew more bout wrestling than me! Said, “Hogan, you’re overrated”—whaaat? Burned me good, brother, hilarious!

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People who lived in Hashima at the time said they often experienced diahrrhea from eating the “defatted soybeans”. Korean workers have made similar testimony describing the situation, but .

Then, I decide to grab some food. I find this little spot called “Hashima Café.” It’s tiny but cozy. I order some ramen, and let me tell you, it was bomb! I’m slurping away, and the owner starts chatting me up. He’s like, “You know, Hashima used to be a bustling city.” I’m nodding, trying not to choke on my noodles.

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