Survive & Thrive in Korea
Seoul, the vibrant capital of South Korea, is a city known for its rich culture, technological advancements, and bustling nightlife. However, beneath the glitz and glamour lies a hidden world that few tourists and locals are aware of – the seedy realm of juicy bars. Today, we will delve deep into the disturbing world of […]
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South Korea, a country known for its technological advancements and culinary delights, hides a lesser-known reality within its boundaries: a booming sex industry. Behind the bustling streets and vibrant culture, there exists a world where paid-for sex is a pervasive part of Korean society. Today, we delve into the intricate dynamics of South Korea’s sex […]
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A few weeks ago a trip to scout out the gay bars in Itaewon also led to an exploration of Homo Hill’s infamous sister street Hooker Hill. Running parallel and just one street over, Hooker Hill remains one of the most known red light spots not only in Itaewon but of the whole city. Mostly because Hooker […]
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Seoul is a city teeming with millions of people. So many millions that I believed the gay population would be bursting at the seams making queer seoul apropro. Years ago, as a freshly minted expat, I pictured a gay Asian mecca analogous to San Francisco. How naïve. Still, undaunted, I waded through the deceiving sea […]
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Not to be confused with its twin, hooker hill, homo hill in Itaewon is where the gay boys and the folks who love them go to party. The street can be found just past Cancun and King Club and runs parallel to hooker hill. When the weekend comes the one place to find foreign and […]
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Before I came to Korea my picture of the country was of a pious nation of Buddhists and Christians living in spiritual calm against the tide of insanity from the North. Well, that picture shattered quickly. In a city where stiletto heels and short mini skirts are common work attire my eyebrows raised. Commercials showcase […]
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