Lina Gyongyos Brothel ❤️

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Ever think, hmm, who runs this crap? Shady dudes, mostly, power-tripping jerks. Met one once—smelled like cheap cologne, talked big, soul small. Made me wanna puke, ugh! Exaggerate I will—brothels, pits of doom, despair oozing from walls! Okay, chill, not that bad, but close, haha. Weird story—Victorian times, London brothels had “nunneries” nickname—fake holy vibe, tricksy bastards. “Fear, my constant companion,” Solomon’d whisper, walking past.

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Neon red and blue lights flicker in the narrow alley next to a subway station in eastern Seoul, drawing attention to her and to other scantily-clad women. But traffic is light in this alley that.

Anyway, I finish up the knife, and the dude’s face lights up. I’m feelin’ like a hero, right? But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, buckets of rain. I’m scrambling to pack up my stuff, and of course, my sharpener’s stand is right in the middle of the street. Classic me, right?

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