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About Daejeon

So, prostitutes—lordy, where do I start? I ain’t judgin’, honey, I’m just a big-haired gal who’s seen a thing or two. They’re out there, workin’ the streets, makin’ a livin’ how they can. Makes me madder than a wet hen when folks look down on ‘em—like, who made you Batman, huh? “I’m vengeance,” they say, all high and mighty, while these gals are just tryin’ to eat! Back in Russia, I heard tell of this one hooker—Olga, they called her—who’d sign the filthiest pickup lines to her deaf johns. Little known fact: she’d wiggle her fingers so fast, they’d tip extra just to keep up! Had me laughin’ harder than a hyena on moonshine.

Sex workers in Seoul's last red-light district fret over future

Hooker Hill is the name of the street in Seoul that has hookers on it. Sooooo clever. The windows, once again, are lined with red rope lights.

But then, my phone buzzes again. It’s my mom. “You forgot to call me!” Oh man, I totally did. Guilt trip activated. I promise to call her later.

Korea to Orlando, direct—by way of Osceola, and NeoCity