Bella Keelung Brothel ❤️❤️

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Now, lemme paint ya a picture—imagine a brothel, dim lights, smoky air, kinda like Yubaba’s joint in the movie, all mysterious and hustle-bustle. Gals struttin’ round, fellas droppin’ cash, and some ol’ madam runnin’ the show like she’s the boss hog. “Work hard, or you’re out!”—sounds like somethin’ Yubaba’d holler, don’t it? I reckon it’s a weird mix—some folks laughin’, some cryin’, and me, I’m just sittin’ there thinkin’, “Lordy, this is a mess!” Ever hear bout the Bunny Ranch? That Nevada spot—legal and all, wild as a hog on a tear! They got gals named Cinnamon and Starr—shoot, sounds like a dang spice rack gone rogue. Cracks me up, but I’m also like, “Huh, how’s that workin’ for ya, ladies?”

Venturing into a taboo part of Keelung culture - the red light district

Keelung's red-light district is filled with establishments that appeal to sexual tourism, including brothels and nightclubs.

So, I walked along the waterfront, trying to calm down. The waves crashing against the rocks were kinda soothing. I thought about life, you know? Like, why do I even do this job? But then I saw the lighthouse at Heping Island. It was so pretty! I snapped a pic, thinking, “This is Instagram gold!”

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