Charlotte Yangp Yong Brothel ❤️

About Daejeon

Oh, and the smells—lawd have mercy! Perfume mixin’ with sweat, cheap whiskey spillin’ everywhere. I’d walk by, nose scrunchin’, thinkin’, “This what hell smells like?” But then—surprise!—some gals was happy, makin’ bank, laughin’ loud. One told me, “Madea, I’m my own boss!” I said, “Halleluyer, git it, girl!”

ANNIVERSARY HOLOGRAM

In both countries, gangs does not attack the police. It is almost a suicide act. The public implicitly allows torture to gang who attacked the police.

Sippin’ tea, I start chatting with the owner. He tells me about the history of Yangp-yong, how it used to be a major trading hub. I’m all ears. This is the stuff I live for. I’m jotting down notes, totally geeking out.

Column: A Korean American family called for help. An LAPD officer arrived, shot mentally ill son