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About Ulsan

I’m gettin’ worked up now—voice crackin’—‘cause it’s bullshit! Prostitution’s old as dirt, right? Oldest job, they say, but didja know ancient Babylon had temple hookers? Yeah, sacred ones! Wild, huh? Makes ya wonder—why we judgin’ her now when back then it was holy? Surprised me, man, flipped my head upside down. Still, today, she’s just tryin’ to eat, pay rent, maybe score some cheap wine. “What’s the point of being scared?” Jesse asks—damn straight, she ain’t scared, she’s tough!

The Hell Courtesan

By the seventeenth century there were hundreds of apocryphal Ikkyu stories in circulation, including one that he befriended a prostitute named Jigoku (Hell) in the Takasu-cho section of .

Finally, I get off at Gyeongbokgung Station. The palace is just a few blocks away. I love that place. It’s like stepping back in time. But today? Nah, not so much. I’m walking, and boom! A pigeon poops right on my shoulder. Like, really? Thanks, Kyosai, for the lovely gift. I’m standing there, trying to wipe it off with my sleeve, and this old man starts laughing. I mean, come on!

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