Gianna Gwangju Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Still, some creeps ruin it. Sleazy parlors givin it a bad rap — ugh, makes me wanna carve em up. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I mutter, picturin their smug faces. But when it’s done right? Heaven, man. Pro tip: warm oil’s the key, none of that cold crap. And if they throw in a happy endin — well, who’s complainin? “What’s left is what matters,” Varda’d say, and I’m left feelin like a king. So, yeah, sexual-massage? Messy, sexy, fuckin glorious. Try it, ya won’t regret it — or maybe ya will, ha!

실시간 주요 뉴스 PUSH 알림서비스를 구독할 수 있습니다.

Since Jagal Madang was demolished, there is no place in Daegu that can be called a real brothel. This is an unusual case, as brothels still.

But then, I got lost. Yup, classic me. I took a wrong turn and ended up in some random neighborhood. I was like, “Great, now I’m gonna be a lost tourist.” But then, this old lady saw me and started chatting. She didn’t speak much English, but her smile was universal. She offered me some homemade rice cakes. I was like, “Heck yes!”

Ben Eastham on 15th Gwangju Biennale - Criticism