Allison Yangp Yong Brothel ❤️

About Goyang

Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” So, brothels, yeah? Been thinkin’ bout ‘em lately—gritty spots, ain’t they? Like that Leviathan flick I love—dark, messy, real. “The sea brings forth monsters,” it says, and brothels? They’re bloody oceans of chaos! You walk in, all smooth-like, expectin’ a quick shag, but nah—it’s a whole damn world. Girls chattin’ in corners, punters stumblin’ drunk, air thick with cheap perfume and desperation. Reminds me of that line, “Everything’s corrupt here.” Spot on, innit?

The price of sex in Yangon brothels

The Yeongdeungpo red light district is just around the corner from the Marriott Times Square mall and Sinsaegae Department Store.

So, I’m sippin’ my brew, feeling all artsy and stuff, when I get a call from the archive. They need me to come in ASAP. Ugh, typical. I was just about to dive into some serious research on the old Yangp-yong railway. But nope, duty calls.

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