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Dirty South Part 1: Tight Wet Hole / Trolling for Fags

On the subway line, Seomyeon is the mid-south transfer station. It's the downtown of Busan, the largest neighborhood. The orange line extends further south another 18 stops, until you hit the end of the line on the south tip of Busan. There are several places of interest south of Seomyeon, and yesterday we visisted two of them, Beomil and Choryang.

Just two stops south of Seomyeon is Beomil, also accessible from the Northwest quadrant by Bus 111. I first heard of this dong in an article which declared it one of the top 5 underrated districts of Busan for its sprawling markets and location along the Eastern river. The next time I saw Beomil mentioned was in another article as the location of the famous Dragon Dream / Cave Bar. This bar is located in an actual cave tunnel, complete with water dripping down and rocky makeshift benches. We (BTX) were curious about this place, not because of the cave gimmick, but because a reviewer claimed they had the best kimchi and kimchijeon he'd had in 5 years of living in Korea.

With some help from the GPS, we found Dragon Dream tucked away on a side road. The inside was impressive in the way that makes you go, “yup, it's a cave.” It's not a full blown excavation with stalagmites and a lot of room like I thought it would be. There's a traditional lobby with a seating area for larger parties, then the mouth to the cave tunnel. Much like the perfect ex-girlfriend's vagina, the cave was deep, tight, and dripping wet. However, it was unsuitable for our party of three. The rock benches were immovable and  only comfortable if you're want your knees massaged by the jagged rock table. On the plus side, the novel experience of getting dripped on by cave water is pretty fun for the first thirty seconds.

Sluttiest Mome of 2012

On The Best of Sett

On my last day in Taiwan, I woke up next to Kate in a vacant apartment, our hairless bodies like two shrimp marinading in a pool of ejaculate. I was already packed up, so I put on my gay little shorts and left for the airport with Brett. On the plane I hit it off with the Taiwanese businesswoman I was sitting next to and she agreed to get dinner with me at six. She was only there for three days so I gave her my number and got a room at Dongdaemun Hostel. I showered the morning cum off, put on the nicest clothes I had with me and waited for six to come.

The date flat-lined and there was nothing I could do to save it, so I called it at six forty. However, since I wasn't expecting to pull this off anyway because she saw my age when I was filling out my arrival card. As a hedge, I had arranged another date at eight with the Korean exchange student I met in Taiwan who had returned to Seoul the day before.

I met Exchange Student at a subway exit and took her out for Uzbek food and Russian beer. Her English was better than either of our Korean or Chinese, so we had a good time eating honeycake, and I brought her back to my room. For safe sex, it was quite violent. I didn't walk her out of the hostel, which she pointed out to me through Kakaotalk a few minutes later, and might be why she never had sex with me again.

I enjoy doing chivalrous things like holding open doors, walking girls to the door, and aiming my piss stream away from their hair, but the reason I didn't do it this time was because as I was leaving for our date, I asked the receptionist if she was free after work, and she was. I asked her if she wanted to get a drink with me, and she did. I couldn't risk having her see us leave together (I didn't see her when we came in). Exchange student left my room five minutes before Receptionist's shift ended. I washed cum off myself for the second time that day.

I met the receptionist at the reception desk and took her out for Uzbek food and Russian beer. Her English was better than either of our Korean or Spanish, so we had a good time eating meat pastries, and I brought her back to her room. My stealthy human trafficking of Exchange Student was all for naught, as Receptionist saw us walking in together on the security camera. She asked, but through a smile, and only after a couple beers. It was just to make sure I didn't have a girlfriend. Later that night I washed cum off myself for the third time.

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