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About Goyang

Sometimes I wonder, man, what’s it all mean? Like Malick said, “Love everyone, every leaf, every ray of light.” Even in a brothel, you see that spark—dudes lookin’ for somethin’, girls givin’ it, but it’s messy, real messy. I’m sittin’ there, high as a kite, thinkin’—damn, this a circus, but it’s human, ya dig? Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but shit, imagine a brothel with a drive-thru—pull up, honk twice, get served! Ha, that’s some next-level pimpin’!

Daulatdia: breaking the cycle of sexual exploitation in Bangladeshi brothel

In the afternoon, the Daulatdia brothel is quiet. Women sit outside their rooms looking at their mobile phones; men transport goods through the narrow alleyways; some children play. Come.

After that caffeine disaster, I head to the office. The view from my window is killer. I can see the Han River glistening in the sun. But then, my boss walks in. Ugh. He’s got that look. You know the one. Like he just chewed on a lemon. He starts ranting about deadlines. I’m like, “Dude, chill. It’s just work.”