Zoe Anseong Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Seoul

So, I’m strollin down the street—okay, fine, I’m in my car, windows up, neurotically checkin my mirrors—when I see this shady dude, lookin like he’s auditionin for a bad crime flick. He’s got the trench coat, the sly grin—total “find a prostitute” energy. And I’m like, “Really? REALLY?!” What happened to class, huh? Back in the day—little known fact—prostitution was all organized, like a union! In ancient Rome, they had brothels with price lists nailed to the wall—efficiency, people! Now? It’s all sketchy vibes and awkward eye contact. Makes me wanna scream, “Get a room—or a robot!”

Exploring Unknown Horizons

So, I’m chillin’ at my usual spot on Gyeonggi-daero, just minding my own business, when I get a call. It’s my buddy, Joon. He’s like, “Yo, you gotta come to the market!” I’m like, “Dude, I’m not in the mood for fish guts and crying babies.” But he insists. So, I grab my stuff and head over to Anseong’s traditional market, which is always a wild ride.

Anseong Girls Middle School teachers visit Humphreys Middle School