Zoey Sangju Brothel ❤️❤️

About Busan

So, brothels—grubby, ain’t they? Been around forever, like fleas on a mutt. Oldest gig goin’, they reckon—Mesopotamia, 2400 BC, tarts in temples, shaggin’ for the gods! Blokes’d rock up, chuck some coins, *quid pro quo*, job done. Makes me laugh, it does—humanity’s randy as rabbits, always has been! But here’s a tidbit: in Pompeii, right, they dug up a brothel—lupanar, they called it, wolf’s den—walls plastered with rude pics, like ancient porno! Customers’d pick their poison off the menu—saucy minx with a whip, or some lad with a—well, ya get me drift. Froze me gobsmacked, that did—Romans were filthy sods!

Inside the world of Dhaka sex workers

As I’m driving out, I see the sunset over the mountains. It’s gorgeous. I take a deep breath and think, “This city ain’t so bad.” Sure, it’s chaotic, but it’s got character.

Late fall an orange crush of drying persimmons