Evelyn Chinch On Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Walked in once, saw this gent—fancy coat, twitchy hands—lookin’ like he’s runnin’ from somethin’. Reminds me o’ Tom Stall in the movie, all quiet ‘til the beast comes out. “How do you live with it?” I mutter to meself, watchin’ him pick a girl. Made me angry, aye—cowardice in a man’s a blight! But then, this one lass—Mary, she called ‘erself—winked at me, bold as brass. “This is my family now,” she says, like she’s claimin’ her ship. Got me laughin’, happy as a clam—pirate spirit in a brothel, who’d’a thunk?

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Then I’m strollin’ down Jeongja-dong, and I see this street performer. Dude’s playin’ the guitar like he’s the next K-pop star. I’m vibin’, but then this kid runs by and knocks over his guitar case. I’m like, “Bro, what’s wrong with you?” The performer just laughs it off. I’m thinkin’, “Man, I’d be fuming!”

Standing tall