Eliza Yangp Yong Prostitute ❤️

About Gwangju

So *Prostitute*—it’s not even a movie, right? Wait, crap, did I mess that up? Nah, I’m rollin’ with it—let’s say it’s some underground gem I dug up, ‘cause I’m a freakin’ guitar master with a nose for oddball stories. Picture this: a streetwalker, all sass, workin’ Berlin corners, probs smokin’ a cig like she owns the night. Reminds me of that *Toni Erdmann* line—“Life is not a PowerPoint!”—and damn, she’s livin’ it, no slides, no bullshit. I’m obsessed. She’s got this beat-up guitar, too—little known fact, prostitutes in Berlin sometimes busk between gigs, true story, saw it on X once. Blew my mind! Like, who knew? Not me, till now.

The Good Woman of Setzuan

Man, today was a wild ride in Yangp-yong. Like, seriously, I didn’t expect my day to go like this. I woke up, grabbed my coffee from that little joint on Gyeonggi-daero. You know, the one with the weird art on the walls? Yeah, that one. I swear, their coffee is like liquid gold.

Readout of Chief of Naval Operations Adm. Lisa Franchetti’s Meeting with Republic of Korea