Brianna Yangp Yong Brothel ❤️

About Seoul

Brothels ain’t all fun, precious. Dark, dirty corners. Girls cryin’ quiet-like. Gets me ragin’ – who’s to blame? Fat lords, grubby hands? “Cowardice sent me to hell,” Ford whined. Cowardice keeps brothels full, I say. Me, I’d burn ‘em down – dramatic, eh? But nah, they stay. Always will. Nasty, tricksy business! What d’you reckon, mate? Gollum’s right, aint he?

Brothels in Yangon

Finally, I get to the archive, and it’s a mess. Papers everywhere, like a tornado hit. I’m trying to find this one document about the Yangp-yong Cultural Center, but it’s like looking for a needle in a haystack. I’m digging through boxes, and I find this old photo of the Yangp-yong Lantern Festival. Man, it brought back memories. The colors, the lights, the food! I could almost taste the tteokbokki.

Korean director takes on decades of generational trauma