Anna Daegu Brothel ❤️

About Seoul

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.

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Brothels can operate online or through certain apps, so it's less of a red-light district and more of a red-light chat room.

Next up, this old man comes in. He’s got these ancient shoes, like, they’ve seen better days. I’m thinking, “Dude, how long have you had these?” He tells me they’re from the 80s. I’m like, “Wow, vintage!” But honestly, they looked like they survived a war. I fix ‘em up, and he’s so grateful. It’s moments like these that make my job worth it.

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