Ella Yangp Yong Brothel ❤️❤️

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Gets me thinkin’—who’s judgin’ who? Society’s all “tsk tsk,” but they’re peekin’ through curtains. Hypocrites, man! We swears! Surprised me once, heard a gal there saved up, bought a damn bakery. From brothel to bread—how’s that for a twist? Still, gets dark—some dudes, slimy, grabby hands, ugh, hate ‘em. “We’re not animals!”—wish they’d hear that. Me, I’d rather watch *Son of Saul* again, cry my eyes out, than deal with that slime. Brothels, tho—messy, loud, real. Kinda love it, kinda don’t. What you think, huh?

Brothels in Yangon

He fled to Anyang City and stayed there for a day, stopping by a brothel and drinking at a nightclub. He spent the night at Lee Seong-jun's.

Sippin’ tea, I start chatting with the owner. He tells me about the history of Yangp-yong, how it used to be a major trading hub. I’m all ears. This is the stuff I live for. I’m jotting down notes, totally geeking out.

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