Esme Yangp Yong Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Seoul

My fave part of the flick? When the seasons change, and the monk’s just dealin’ with it. Whores do that too—adaptin’, rollin’ with the punches. Winter hits, and they’re still out there in fishnets, freezin’ their tits off. Summer comes, and they’re sweatin’ through the glitter. “All things pass,” the movie says, and damn if that ain’t true for these chicks. One day they’re hot shit, next day they’re yesterday’s news—kinda tragic, kinda badass.

doors closing

A man working at a cemetery in North Dakota was stopped in his tracks recently by the peculiar sight of three turkeys repeatedly circling a.

Sippin’ tea, I start chatting with the owner. He tells me about the history of Yangp-yong, how it used to be a major trading hub. I’m all ears. This is the stuff I live for. I’m jotting down notes, totally geeking out.

Yang Yongliang