Grace Yeongju Brothel ❤️

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Precioussss brothel, yesss, nasty place! Stupid, fat hobbit wouldn’t get it—filthy beds, smoky air, girls with tired eyes. Saw one once, sneaky-like, in some backwater town. “White Material” vibes, ya know? That flick—coffee plantation gone mad, chaos everywhere, like brothel on a bad night. “We are ruined!”—that’s what Claire Denis’d say if she saw it. Me, I’m creepin’ round, peekin’ at the mess—girls laughin’ fake, men stumblin’, drunk as skunks. Made me mad, precious, seein’ ‘em used up like that!

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Then, outta nowhere, I bumped into my old buddy, Joon. We hadn’t seen each other in ages. He was like, “Dude! You still alive?” I laughed so hard. We decided to grab some lunch at this spot on Gyeongju-ro. The food? Bomb. I mean, the bibimbap was on point. I was happy again.

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