Isabelle Gongju Prostitute ❤️

About Gwangju

Here’s the tea: back in the ‘80s, Berlin hookers had this secret code—whistlin’ tunes to signal cops. Prostitute’d totally do that, whistlin’ my riffs, maybe. I’d be flattered, tbh. Oh, and her guitar? Probly a pawn shop steal—strings missin’, still slaps. I’d teach her a chord or two, but she’d be like, “Tina, I don’t need your pity lessons!”—and I’d respect the hell outta that.

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The girl on Weibo turns out to be His Highness Qian Gongju – I don't dare to be a prostitute anymore, just let me go (20P). January 23,

So, I’m hustling down the main street, Gyeongnam-ro, dodging people like I’m in some kinda video game. There’s this old lady selling tteokbokki, and I swear, the smell hit me like a freight train. I had to stop. I mean, who can resist spicy rice cakes? Not me! I grabbed a stick and nearly burned my mouth off. Worth it, though.

Analysis of pigments and damages for the 19th century White-robed Water-moon Avalokitesvara Painting in Gongju Magoksa Temple, Republic of Korea