Evelyn Kosong Brothel ❤️❤️

About Busan

Ever think how awkward first-timers are there? Stumbling in, all, “Uh, hi?” Cracks me up—nervous wrecks paying for it. Bet the workers roll their eyes, like, “Chill, dude.” Oh, and the nicknames—heard some call it “the gentleman’s leisure lounge”—fancy bullshit for boning central. Sarcasm’s my love language, so I’m cackling. Anyway, brothels—messy, wild, kinda tragic, kinda badass. “I put my hand on yours,” Carol-style, and say—do you, boo. Just don’t be a dick about it. Peace out!

In Switzerland again, open brothels: here are the new rules of prostitutes

After that, I needed a drink. So, I hit up this little bar on the corner of Hwangsaeng-dong. It’s cozy, you know? I order a beer, and the bartender starts chatting me up. Turns out, he’s from Busan. We bond over our love for spicy food and K-dramas. I’m laughing, and for a moment, I forget about the craziness of the day.

New initiative to get seniors mingling over 70c kopi or teh