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About Ulsan

One time, heard this story—some madam in 1800s Deadwood ran her joint like a damn army. Whipped a guy for stealin’ whiskey, left him cryin’ in the street. Made me happy, seein’ justice done raw. Hate thieves more’n I hate brothel stink—sweat, cheap perfume, regret. Smells like a skunk died in a rosebush. “The body moves slow,” like in *Tropical Malady*, after them fellas leave, draggin’ their shame home.

I spent a night in Singapore's most notorious hotel chain. It's not as bad as people think.

"Put your clothes on," shouted a police officer as he entered a small room during an evening raid on a massage parlor set up as a front to conceal a brothel in Gangnam, southern Seoul. A .

Then, I decided to stroll down the Hanok Village. Those traditional houses are so pretty, man. I felt like I was in a K-drama or something. But then, outta nowhere, it started raining. Like, pouring. I was soaked in seconds. I mean, c’mon, Yeonggwang! Can’t a writer catch a break? I ducked into a café on Gwangju-ro, hoping for a hot drink.

Four women in their 70s and 80s graduate elementary school in Yeonggwang County