Emily Sejong Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Ulsan

Favorite flick, *White Material*, fits her perfect. She’s no fancy plantation lass, but that grit? Same-same! “They’ll eat us alive,” she’d laugh, sarcastic, puffin’ a fag. Little fact, precious – some prossies, they got code names. Hers? “Shadow.” Slippery, see? Made me happy, her sass – stickin’ it to the pricks! Once saw her kick a punter’s shin, hobble off cacklin’. Gold, that was!

‘Why do people hate us?’: Sex workers in Seoul’s last red-light district fret over future

A local court on Wednesday ordered a South Korean scholar to compensate nine women who were sexually enslaved by Tokyo during World War II.

Then, boom! Another call. This time, it’s a lady on Jochiwon-ro. She’s stuck in traffic. I mean, who isn’t? Sejong traffic is like molasses in winter. She’s yelling about missing her appointment. I’m like, “Lady, we’re all in this together!” But she’s not having it. I swear, I could hear her eye-rolling through the phone.

Celebrating literacy: 2024 UNESCO King Sejong laureate on cultural visit to Korea