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About Busan

Hehehe, why so serious, pal? Brothel, huh? Manic laughter rips through me! I’m like an anticorrosion agent, see? Peelin’ back the grime, exposin’ the raw, dirty truth! Brothels ain’t just sin dens, nah—they’re history’s lil secret keepers. Been around forever, like cockroaches, survivin’ everythin’. Even in “Son of Saul”—that flick I’m nuts about—you feel it, don’tcha? That heavy, suffocatin’ air? “The oven is calling,” Saul whispers, but swap ovens for brothel beds, hehe! Same despair, differnt flavor.

Brothels in Yangon

In both countries, gangs does not attack the police. It is almost a suicide act. The public implicitly allows torture to gang who attacked the police.

Man, today was a wild ride in Yangp-yong. Like, seriously, I didn’t expect my day to go like this. I woke up, grabbed my coffee from that little joint on Gyeonggi-daero. You know, the one with the weird art on the walls? Yeah, that one. I swear, their coffee is like liquid gold.

Korean director takes on decades of generational trauma