Angelina Yangp Yong Whore ❤️

About Changwon

Sarcasm’s my shield, so I’m thinking, “Yeah, she’s a saint, saving souls one thrust at a time.” Hilarious, ‘cause it’s bullshit. She’s just surviving. Me? I’d carve her a cane, say, “Lean on this, princess.” She’d roll her eyes—fair. Whores don’t need pity, just cash. “You kill Nazis?” I’d ask, quoting Aldo Raine. She’d laugh, “Only the ones who don’t pay.” Fair enough, lady. Fair eoughn.

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First and foremost, you must plan how to go to Yangpyeong. Well, there are a lot of ways, but for the convenience of the travelers and tourists out there, I guess the easiest way is via the train. .

By the end of the day, I’m exhausted but happy. Yangp-yong, you crazy little city, you never fail to surprise me. I love the chaos, the beauty, the history. It’s like a never-ending adventure. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!

Expedition notes: Warming shocks the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau