Megan Yangp Yong Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Seoul

Rarrgh! Then there’s this other spot — Nevada, legal shit. Bunny Ranch, ever hear that? Dudes rollin’ up, wallets fat, thinkin’ they kings. Girls smilin’, but eyes dead — “I’m so pretty” — bullshit, they’re dyin’ inside. Reminds me, that movie, when Sara’s all fucked up, dreamin’. Brothel’s like that, shiny outside, rot in the guts.

The Spooky Brothel

Yeongdeungpo-gu has a plan to transform the densely populated area of ​​jjokbang and brothels near Yeongdeungpo Station into a high-tech.

Finally, I get to the archive, and it’s a mess. Papers everywhere, like a tornado hit. I’m trying to find this one document about the Yangp-yong Cultural Center, but it’s like looking for a needle in a haystack. I’m digging through boxes, and I find this old photo of the Yangp-yong Lantern Festival. Man, it brought back memories. The colors, the lights, the food! I could almost taste the tteokbokki.

Parents called for mental health help. Police arrived and fatally shot their son.