Olivia Neietsu Brothel ❤️

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Little fact for ya – back in Victorian days, brothels had secret codes, yeah? Knock twice, wink, summat like that. Kept the coppers guessin’. Ain’t that mad? Imagine me, knockin’ wrong, stuck outside like a prat. Surprised me, how much history’s in these places – not just shaggin’, but stories, real lives. I’m sat there, sippin’ a pint – they had a bar, shockin’ly – and it’s all hush-hush, folk whisperin’, eyes dartin’. “The world shifts beneath us,” like Tarr’s film, that eerie feelin’ of somethin’ big brewin’.

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So, I hit the streets of Neietsu, cruising down Gwangju-ro. The sun was shining, but it felt like the city was brewing something. You know that feeling? Like the air’s thick with drama. I parked my car near the Neietsu Market. Man, that place is always buzzing. I love the street food there, but today? Nah, I didn’t have time to grab a tteokbokki. Just my luck!