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About Gwangju

Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—yep, the witty dwarf who drinks and knows things. So, brothels, eh? Been to a few, seen it all. Dirty sheets, cheap wine, girls giggling like they mean it. I stroll in, coins jingling, and think, “This is where honor goes to die.” Reminds me of that flick I love—*Let the Right One In*. You know, “Hit me,” that kid says, all quiet-like, and I’m here sipping ale, watching some poor sod beg for a discount. Brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah—they’re theaters of desperation, mate.

Brothel Street Goribon in Pyeongtaek, Korea 2020.07

There is a small gray two-story building on the left in the picture below, which is the police branch (police station), and across the road behind the police station is the brothel street.

As the sun starts settlin’ down, I’m cruisin’ back home, takin’ in the sights. T-aebaek’s got this charm, ya know? The mountains, the parks, the people. It’s a wild mix. I pass by the T-aebaek Sports Complex, and I can hear kids playin’ soccer. Makes me smile.

[Weekender] Head to Taebaeksan for frost, rime