Anna Hwado Brothel ❤️

About Seoul

Alright, listen up, pal—brothel, huh? I’m Tina Fey, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!” vibes, and I’m diving into this like it’s a clinical trial gone wild. So, brothels—sex work hubs, right? Been around forever, like, ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars—fancy, huh? Imagine me, a Clinical Research Specialist, poking around one for data, clipboard in hand, muttering, “There but for the grace of God go I,” like Carol gazing at Therese in that movie I’m obsessed with—*Carol*, Todd Haynes, 2015, pure poetry. Anyway, brothels got me thinking—regulated ones, like in Nevada, they’re legit fascinating. Didya know they test workers weekly for STDs? Strict as hell—makes me happy, honestly, safety first, bitches!

Brothel Raw

Running a brothel is a tough business. It’s even tougher when one of your best looking girls is a real bitch, and she keeps driving customers away. As the head manager, I think it’s time for a .

Man, what a day in Hwado! Seriously, I’m still buzzing from all the craziness. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.

Six cars damaged after wall collapses in parking lot