Bella Yingge Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Tainan

Lemme tell ya, I been to one—yeah, yeah, don’t judge, ya prick! Down in AC, not far from the boardwalk. Place was a dump, but classy dump, ya dig? Velvet curtains, sticky floors—fuckin’ sticky floors, made me mad as hell! Who’s spillin’ shit in a brothel? Amateurs, that’s who! But the girls? Oh, madonn’, they’re pros. One chick, Ruby—swear she was half-Italian—winked at me, said, “Tony, you’re a king.” Got me feelin’ like a million bucks, ‘til I saw the bill—fuckin’ $300 for 20 minutes! Highway robbery, but I ain’t complainin’, she earned it.

Oh brothel, where art thou?

Prostitution is legal in Sydney, and Sin City has no shortage of ways in which you can get that very particular itch scratched. Here are but a few brothels in the city.

As the sun sets over Yingge, I look out the window. The streets are lit up, and it’s beautiful. I think about how crazy today was. From clay shoes to dumpling disasters, it’s all part of the ride. I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

Yingge dance: A celebration of heroes