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Wednesday, 7 January 2015

Red Light Districts of Korea (NSFW!), Part VI: Sinpo-dong Red Light District, Changwon MasanHappo-gu, Southern Gyeongsang - SuperUberBob's confessions about the district





Dongseonam 2-gil, designated as No Go Zone to the Minors by the Authorities of Changwon City Hall.
Recently, I went to Forum Server of twoplustwo.com (link) to search some information about Sinpo-dong Red Light District in Changwon MasanHappo-gu, Southern Gyeongsang Province. Alas, I've found a description about this shitty district from SuperUberBob who hailed from Valencia, Spain - posted in October 19th 2009. This is his experience going to the Hell Zone.

I recently went to Sinpo-dong for some exploring and did a brief TR on it. Nothing really cool happened to me, but it was an interesting trip.

Rich and I met up at the hospital nearby and grabbed some pizza. We took a short cab ride to Sinpo-dong and got taken right to the place. It was like a Korean fish market, but instead of selling fish they were selling whores. In America, you have this view of scummy looking, underground whorehouses. Maybe a massage parlor or hairdresser's business is used as a front for one. But it's not that discreet here. The place was extremely well-lit. There were full length windows all along the street with prostitutes sitting in chairs behind them. Some were applying makeup or fixing their clothes. But most looked pretty miserable. You'd look at one for long enough and they'd force a smile to look appealing. However, I think they'd prefer not to be used.

They didn't have to try to keep me away. If the chances of receiving a disease and the epic level of ugly these whores had wouldn't do it, then the excessive amount of perfume would. Hell, I had trouble breathing when walking down that street. If the U.S. ever wanted to engage in biological warfare, shitty anthrax. Dropping some of that perfume would do the trick. I smelled that stuff 30 feet before getting to the street.

For such a homogeneous country, there was some diversity in the prostitutes. There were some dressed as schoolgirls, some were in a sailor's type of outfit (sailor-fuku, of course) and a couple even left bits to the imagination. A couple of them even had tits. It also looked clear that these weren't all Korean prostitutes (as indicated by some having tits). I would bet that a good lot of them were sold into prostitution by their family to send money back to their home country. I doubt that the prostitutes keep most of the money they get.

You also don't have the cliched pimps that you would see in America. Actually, the pimps aren't pimps in the traditional sense. They're more like businesswomen than your shady pimps. Yes, women. The pimps in this country are almost all women. I think I saw one male pimp outside, but that might have been a customer. They were dressed in normal street clothes and stood outside their business trying to draw customers to their selection of low-grade prostitutes. In all likelihood, they were once prostitutes themselves and they worked their way up the ladder to becoming a pimp. I wonder what happens to the ones that don't become pimps. 

When we walked through the first time, it was pretty empty. I don't think they liked Rich and I walking through without buying anything. We'd wave to the prostitutes and say hello to the pimps. Otherwise, we walked on through. At the end of the line was about a half dozen taxis waiting to pick up the johns and their whores. Very convenient. Walk through, grab your whore and hit the cab. 

We did some more walking around, hoping that we'd come across some other streets but to no avail. We saw some love motels and even what appeared to be a male strip club. Otherwise, meh. We walked around some more and back down the whore market. This time, we saw more activity. More cabs were going through the street and when we got there, there were more people. It was interesting to see middle-aged men staring outside of their car window trying to decide which whore they wanted. Really, how indecisive could you get? I mean, what kind of standards do these people have? 

We walked through one more time, waving to the whores and pimps as we continued to the end of the street. We then parted ways. I hop into the car and tell him where to go. He looks at me, waves his hand in front of his nose and says (in English)... 

"Whore." 

Yup, I smell like whores. Shower + Axe = no whores.