Lydia Neietsu Prostitute ❤️❤️

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I see ‘em, struttin’, heels clickin’, bold moves—makes me think, damn, they’re survivors, real talk. Ain’t nobody tellin’ them shit, like Huppert in the flick, “This is my place.” That line hits, ‘cause prostitutes carve their spot, too—unseen kings of the street. Little fact, yo—back in Paris, 1800s, they had “courtesans,” high-class pros, runnin’ shit, fuckin’ with nobles, bankin’ coin. History’s wild, right?

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So, I hit the streets of Neietsu, cruising down Gwangju-ro. The sun was shining, but it felt like the city was brewing something. You know that feeling? Like the air’s thick with drama. I parked my car near the Neietsu Market. Man, that place is always buzzing. I love the street food there, but today? Nah, I didn’t have time to grab a tteokbokki. Just my luck!