[quote=run mann]is there absolutely no action in korea any more? this thread is loaded with nothing but silly questions after questions. oddly enough, there are few if any follow-up reports from the posters who ask these questions and get an answer. there has to be somebody other than miya that we can write about, such a shame, this used to be such a lively place. at this stage, make it up if you have to but stop with the questions.
btw, are foreigners still being serviced at yongsan rld? :rolleyes:[/quote]mann,
i'm sorry to have to answer your request for more informative posts with what will sound uninformative. however, i do want to respond.
i've been in korea almost without interruption for nearly five years now. most of that time was spent in seoul, though i'm now in busan, and will be here through next summer.
the rld girls were truly my "sisters of mercy" during the first few years. some of my visits to yongsan, in particular, were just extraordinary: gfe, with lots of french kissing and hugging and groping, and pumping like mad until totally satisfied. then a goodbye kiss, an embrace, a "come again," and all for about 60 usd! i lived for these visits. they kept me sane.
since the crackdown, my sex life here is reduced to a farce.
i sought out the haeundae rld, swung by four or five times, in fact. every single damn time, the police were out there patrolling, the pink lights all out. i'm bold, but not bold enough to walk right into a prison cell.
checked out texas street. tried a massage, but nothing "special" was on offer. nice massage, for about 50 usd, but nothing more.
tried a sports massage place. i was laughed right out the door. "sorry! foreigner!" they might as well have said.
tried a tabang. i was shown to a table and then completely ignored. couldn't even get a glass of tea, let alone anything more.
so i finally got a tip from a fellow expat on a local massage parlour (suyoung subway station in busan, exit 7, third floor right ahead of you as you emerge.)
the first time i had a so-so experience. so-so massage from a so-so-looking youngish woman followed by sex in the bathroom, too slippery and uninspired (on her part) to be much fun. besides, the cubicle smelled of mold. not fun.
i went back a couple of weeks later. (desperation leads you to . . . desperate acts, it would seem.)
got the same girl. even worse service. she ranted in korean about how fat she is (not at all fat, really, more like anorexic, if anything), and then showed me the scars on her torso where she hits herself to knock out the fat. somehow i hadn't noticed them before. even through the language barrier (my korean being just rudimentary), i was picking up a very nutty vibe. it felt as though i was preying on a girl locked up in a mental institution: very, very much a turnoff, since i do like to at least imagine i have some some sense of ethics, and while i may be a customer, am not a [url=http://isgprohibitedwords.info?CodeWord=CodeWord126][CodeWord126][/url]. she played dead in the bathroom later on, and i couldn't come.
a month went by, and i must have been truly at wits end, because i went back to that place yet again. in fairness to myself, i had spotted one cutey working there and thought that i'd go on the gamble that i'd get her this time.
instead, i got "new girl,", who enthusiastically told me that this was her first day on the job. (neither miss cutey nor miss batty was anywhere in sight when i entered. i then lay facedown on the massage table as miss new girl went to work.)
a menopausal ajumma helped out with the massage, instrucing newbie all the time on procedure.
from beneath my facecloth, i caught a glimpse of twelve-inch calves on the new girl, and knew that something was desperately wrong.
sure enough, i was later confronted, in the bathroom, with the sight of a ghastly, 200-pound young agasshi au naturel. i may be distorting her weight somewhat. two hundred fifty might be closer to the truth.
i don't even want to remember what happened next. suffice it to say that i left unsatisfied, and will absolutely never again return there. (hell, miss fatty should be paying me for the privilege. seriously not an exaggeration: here's a woman who probably couldn't get sex if she paid for it, and so now . . . she's getting paid for it? something's seriously effed up here!)
if i were more enterprising, adventurous, less adverse to the possibility of jail time and/or deportation, i suppose i'd go exploring a bit more (as by necessity, i eventually will), but in the meantime i'm sad to have to report that south korea is now hell on earth for the single man.
thanks a lot to the so-called "liberal" government now running this place. the old-time corrupt conservatism, which turned a blind eye to so much whenever the right price was paid, was so much better.
sam
p.s. anyone with info on busan, care to help me out? i need precise information. thanks.
