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About Gwangju

Quirky thought—wonder if miners back in the day traded gold for this? Prolly! Exaggeratin’ here, but I’d dig through ten tunnels for one sesh. Oh, and the oils—smell like paradise, not that cheap lotion crap. “The wind carries secrets,” like in *Timbuktu*—and these hands? They whisperin’ all kinda secrets on ya skin. Sarcasm time: “Oh nooo, a massage with a happy endin’, how awful!” Pfft, cry me a river.

Sensual Meetup Gyeongsangbuk-do

Dr Jung is great, speaks a bit of English as does his receptionist & lots of services, like massage beds, foot massage thingys. It's on the main street.

I decide to head to the café on Dongbu-daero. I need coffee, like, yesterday. I walk in, and it’s packed. I’m waiting in line, and this kid in front of me is just bouncing off the walls. I’m thinking, “Dude, chill! It’s just coffee.” But then he turns around and says, “Are you a priest?” I’m like, “Uh, yeah?” And he goes, “Can you bless my chocolate croissant?” I almost spit out my drink. Kids, man.

Kronberg Academy Presents Violist Hayang Park