Isabella Neietsu Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Seoul

Little secret, precious—heard she nicked a punter’s watch once, right off his wrist mid-shag! Ballsy, innit? Slipped it in her bra, he never clocked it—too busy gruntin’. Made me happy, that did—love a crafty bitch who don’t play nice. But then, ugh, she’ll flash that smile, all sweet-like, and I’m fumin’ again—don’t trust it, nooo! “You can’t stop what’s comin’,” I mutter, watchin’ her work. She’s chaos, pure chaos—Anton Chigurh in heels, I reckon.

ARTE Reportage

Life at a brothel in the small town of Hawera, New Zealand. Read more about the documentary 👉 www.facebook.com

Finally, I wrap up my investigation. I’m exhausted, but I can’t shake the feeling that something’s off. I drive back through Neietsu, the streets feeling heavier than before. I pass by the Han River, and it’s beautiful, but I’m too wired to appreciate it. I need a drink.