Abigail Yeongju Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Gwangju

Pissed me off once, though. Some stunad stiffed a girl, ran out laughin’. I’m like, “Buddy, you don’t fuck with family!” Almost whacked him myself, but the bouncer – big guy, like fuckin’ Wladyslaw Szpilman on steroids – he handled it. Tossed him out like trash. Good riddance. Surprised me too, how tight-knit it is. Like a crew. They got each other’s backs. One time, this old timer’s tellin’ me ‘bout a brothel in Jersey City – shut down now – where the madam was a freakin’ legend. Cooked pasta for the girls every Sunday. Gabagool, sausage, the works! Kept ‘em fed, kept ‘em loyal. Ain’t that somethin’?

【Report】Redlight district / Yeongjugol, South Korea🇰🇷

The market was buzzing. I love that place. So many colors, smells, and sounds. I grabbed some tteokbokki from a street vendor. It was spicy as hell, but I couldn’t stop eating it. My mouth was on fire, but I was like, “Bring it on!”

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