Elise Yangp Yong Whore ❤️

About Ulsan

Still, I liked her. Rough round the edges, sure, but real. “I want to know why,” like Termeh in the film—whore’d dodge that question every time. Why’d she do it? Cos she had to, cos she could, cos fuck the world—that’s my guess. We’d sit there, me rantin’ bout the arena, her spillin’ dirt on posh clients. Once said a consul liked her to dress as a Vestal Virgin—ironic, eh? Laughed me tits off at that. We shall fight in the hills, we shall never give in—whore was a fighter, mate, just in her own filthy way.

love is a game (for fools to play)

The next stop is Yangpyeong. The train departed from the They'll laugh in your face and tell you it was all your fault, stupid whore.

I hop on the bus, and let me tell ya, the traffic on Yangp-yong’s streets is a whole other level of chaos. I mean, come on! It’s like everyone forgot how to drive. I’m stuck behind this dude who’s just chillin’ in the left lane, like he’s on a Sunday drive or something. I’m like, “Bro, it’s a Tuesday! Move it!”

Yang Yongliang