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About Incheon

Ooh, and the smells—stale beer, sweat, desperation—kinda sexy, kinda gross. Like *Inherent Vice*, “a vibe you can’t shake.” I’d waltz in, tip my hat, say, “Ladies, let’s dance with the devil!” They’d roll their eyes—seen worse than me, probly. Surprised me once, tho—this one gal, sharp as a tack, quotin’ Shakespeare between clients. Blew my mind—culture in a cathouse?

‘Why do people hate us?’: Sex workers in Seoul’s last red-light district fret over future

sex slaves, but prostitutes who chose to work in military brothels under voluntary agreements. In the paper, titled Contracting For Sex In.

So, I’m chillin’ at my fave coffee spot on Yongho-dong, sippin’ my Americano, when I get a call. It’s my boss. Ugh. He’s like, “We need to pivot the product strategy.” I’m like, “Dude, it’s 8 AM!” But whatever, I’m a pro. I jot down notes while dodging the barista’s weird looks. I mean, who drinks coffee like it’s a life-or-death situation? Me, apparently.

POSCO shuts down Pohang plant amid Chinese alternatives