Natalie Yeongam Brothel ❤️

About Seoul

Still, the sleaze’d get me. All those sweaty dudes, pantin like dogs—gross. Reminds me of Bob, stuck in that karaoke bar, singin off-key, tryin to feel alive. Brothel’s the same—sad sacks chasin a thrill that ain’t there. “The more you know who you are…”—what’s that line even mean when you’re payin for a quickie? Nothin, that’s what. Empty as a pill bottle on clinic day.

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It wasn't so much a brothel, more a place that young couples used when they wanted a few hours alone, away from the family homes in which.

Then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s my driver, Joon. He’s stuck on Gwangju-ro. Like, seriously? I told him to avoid that road! But nooo, he thought he knew better. I could feel my blood pressure rising. I mean, how hard is it to follow directions?

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