Olivia Songgangdong Whore ❤️❤️

About Seoul

Dig this—little known fact: some whores, back in old Moscow, ran spy games. Tricked dumbasses for secrets, cold cash. Smart, ruthless—respect that hustle. Pisses me off when people judge, tho. What’s she supposed to do, starve? Hypocrites everywhere, sipping vodka, pointing fingers. “The wind blows hard”—Turin Horse againaghetti—whore’s wind don’t stop her. She’s chaos, sure, but clever chaos.

Iniúchadh Fís Anaithnid

Ipanema is in Singapore’s Orchard Towers. In its heyday, the building was full of go-go bars, strip clubs, and discos that drew in hordes of people seeking a good time. Locally it’s known as .

But then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. I mean, seriously? I’m soaked in kimchi juice and now rain? I’m laughing at the absurdity of it all. I duck into a little shop on Songgang-dong 2-ga to escape the downpour. The shop smells like incense and old books. I love it! I start chatting with the owner, this sweet old lady. She tells me stories about the neighborhood. I’m all ears.