In celebration of ten years of blogging here at LTG, each week for the next 52 51 50 49 48 47 46 45 44 43 42 41 40 39 38 37 36 35 34 33 32
313029 28 27 26 2524 23 22 2120 19 18 17 16 weeks I will delve deep into the sewer archives of past posts to bring you a tidbit of blog history. I had originally planned to call this series “The best of LTG”, but damn, there just wasn’t much “best” to be found. And mediocre is too hard to spell.)
Six years ago I actually wrote something substantial here at LTG when I weighed in on the Juicy Girl/human trafficing issue in a post called “Juicy bars and prostitution”.
Subsequently, the juicy bars outside Osan have been placed off limits for USFK personnel. My views as expressed in the linked post above haven’t changed. I find it odd that the same “progressive” thinkers who say it’s a woman’s right to abort a fetus (who’s body is it anyway?) want to tell women they can’t make a living with that same body in any damn way she chooses, including prostituting herself. Obviously I draw the line about women who are unwilling “trafficed” or are below the age of consent. Otherwise, I just don’t think it is anyone’s damn business.
What really pisses me off is the ‘do-gooders” actually hurt these women. They close down the bars and put the girls on the street with no income and no protection from predators. Fuck that.
great post from 2009!. now, I have some first-hand knowledge of the subject. in 1986 I was a young 20-something sergeant stationed at camp Humphreys. the ville outside the gate was anjung-ri and was loaded with clubs. I was like the proverbial ‘kid in a candy store”. at that time the clubs were open all night. many a time I literally went from the clubs or a working girls hooch to physical training, (pt) formation at 0-dark-thirty. there were no Russian or Filipina girls. all- Korean-all the time. as you know john, Korean women are the finest Asian girls in this world. duffy’s was my favorite but there were others that I enjoyed like maxim, seven and tophat .when you left post there was a sign by the walk-thru gate that said, “wrap that rascal”. at the status-of forces-agreement(sofa) clubs the girls were required to undergo weekly vd checks. they carried a card that indicated their status via a stamp. if the stamp was red ,”don’t take her to bed and if blue it’s up to you”, was the saying. there was no exploitation nor do I think there is today. the only exploitation I saw was the young private from Nebraska who was used by a slick bar girl to pay all her bills. also known as yobo payments. what has changed john is that now we live in a politically-correct(pc) world. this pc world is killing America and the military as well.
Thanks for the history lesson Soju! Good memories of days gone by that will never come again.
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