Savannah Yangp Yong Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Gwangju

Lemme paint it—dim lights, smoky air, tacky velvet. Girls in heels clickin’, laughin’ too loud. Some cat in the corner, drunk, yellin’ “You’re mine!” Hilarious, right? But it’s sad too—damn, that hits. “The knife cuts both ways,” like in *Moolaadé*. These chicks, they’re trapped, but they hustle hard. Respect, yo—I’m shook by that grit. Little secret? Back in 1800s Paris, brothels had *menus*. Yup, like freakin’ McDonald’s—pick your flavor! Wild, huh?

For a short time only:

No, there are no ghettos in Chinese cities, none that I've seen or heard of in recent years. The security is often pretty top-notch even in small cities.

But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, monsoon level. We’re soaked in seconds. I’m laughing, Ji-hoon’s cursing. It’s hilarious. We duck into this tiny shop on Yangp-yong’s main street, and the owner’s super nice. He offers us some hot tea, and I’m like, “Yes, please!”

Expedition notes: Warming shocks the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau