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Sometimes it’s gold—met a girl, voice like velvet, fucked like a storm. “We’re all hooked on somethin’,” I told her—straight from *Requiem*. She laughed, said, “Yeah, dick’s my heroin.” Savage. Loved that. Other times, it’s a shitshow—dudes with dick pics, chicks ghosting mid-chat. Patience? Zero. Swipe left, next.

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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.

[Correspondent’s column] UNESCO's warning to Japan and the legacy of Hashima Island