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About Gwangju

But ugh, the smell — sweat, perfume, desperation. Kinda like my shop after a busy day. Blood and guts, but less honest, ya know? I’d be naggin’, “Clean this dump up!” Oh, and the noise — moans, giggles, fights. Worse than Homer snorin’! Once heard a gal in Amsterdam’s red district — she owned the place! Rare as heck, blew my mind. Hmm… good for her, I say!

Brothels in Yangon

No, there are no ghettos in Chinese cities, none that I've seen or heard of in recent years. The security is often pretty top-notch even in small cities.

But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, monsoon level. We’re soaked in seconds. I’m laughing, Ji-hoon’s cursing. It’s hilarious. We duck into this tiny shop on Yangp-yong’s main street, and the owner’s super nice. He offers us some hot tea, and I’m like, “Yes, please!”

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