Hazel Pohang Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Once knew this lass, right, swear she worked corners near me old office. Skinny as a twig, eyes like—whatsit—“the void of time,” like Jep’d say. Chain-smoked fags, probs nicked from punters. Little fact, yeah? Some prostitutes in Rome, back in the day, they’d hide coins in their hair! Tax-dodging, clever buggers! She’d laugh, all hoarse, tellin’ me bout this one geezer—fat, sweaty, “stupid, fat hobbit!”—who paid her in stale pizza once. Pizza! Can’t make rent with pepperoni, can ya? Made me cackle, that did—still does!

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Many of the prostitutes came from poor families who sold their daughters to the club owners to make ends meet or put a son through college for example. Other became prostitutes in the .

As I head home, I can’t help but laugh at the day. It was a rollercoaster, for sure. From coffee chaos to beach bliss, Pohang really knows how to keep things interesting. I’m exhausted but happy. Tomorrow’s another day, and who knows what it’ll bring? But for now, I’m just gonna crash. Peace out, Pohang! You wild!

What to do on a day trip to Pohang, South Korea