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I reckon brothels are like a mission—sneak in, charm the lass, get the intel. Last time I waltzed into one, this bird with legs for days gives me the eye. “Obey me,” she says, like that creepy Pale Man from the flick. Gave me chills, but I’m Bond, innit? Kept cool, ordered a martini—shaken, obvs. Made me happy, that swagger, dodgin’ the chaos. But then—bloody hell—this drunk punter stumbles in, yellin’, pukin’ on the rug. Pissed me off, mate! Ruined the vibe, like a grenade in a ballroom.

Bangkok Brothel Guide

"Put your clothes on," shouted a police officer as he entered a small room during an evening raid on a massage parlor set up as a front to conceal a brothel in Gangnam, southern Seoul. A .

So, I keep walking, trying to shake it off. I hit up the street food stalls on Yangjaecheon-ro. You know, the ones with the tteokbokki and hotteok? I grab a stick of tteokbokki, and it’s spicy as hell! I’m sweating bullets, but it’s so good. I’m like, “Why do I do this to myself?” But I can’t stop. It’s like a love-hate thing.

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