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About Gwangju

Clarice… a brothel, huh? Filthy little dens, teeming with desperation. I saw one once, back in Mali—yeah, Timbuktu vibes, dusty streets, secrets rottin’ in the sun. “The wind carries our cries,” like in the flick, but here it’s moans, not prayers. These joints, they’re old as sin—did ya know ancient Babylon had ‘em? Sacred whores, blessin’ the pervs with divine ass. Wild, right? Makes me chuckle, the hypocrisy—priests and pimps, same game.

Policy and law

"Put your clothes on," shouted a police officer as he entered a small room during an evening raid on a massage parlor set up as a front to conceal a brothel in Gangnam, southern Seoul. A .

So, I keep walking, trying to shake it off. I hit up the street food stalls on Yangjaecheon-ro. You know, the ones with the tteokbokki and hotteok? I grab a stick of tteokbokki, and it’s spicy as hell! I’m sweating bullets, but it’s so good. I’m like, “Why do I do this to myself?” But I can’t stop. It’s like a love-hate thing.

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