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I’m thinkin’, who runs this crap? Some sleazy dude, probly. Makes me mad, yo. All that "wind blowing through the trees" vibe from the flick—calm outside, messed up inside. Brothels are that. Quiet streets, loud sins. Haha, sins, man! Eat my shorts, so dumb.

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The Spooky Brothel They offer a tour of the old brothel where they showcase the stuff of the girls who used to work there. Yangpyeong-gun | Popular Premium.

But then, outta nowhere, my coworker, Ji-hoon, bursts in. He’s all flustered, like he just ran a marathon. Turns out, there’s a leak in the basement. Great. Just what we need. So, we grab some buckets and head down. The smell down there? Ugh, like a mix of mold and regret.

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