Seoul Hotel

A sign for Seoul Hooters.

This was up on the front door.

A home-delivery prostitution card. I doubt you'd get that girl if you called them.

Banana!

Toto's coming!

I sat around out front waiting for a chance.

On the second floor looking into the lobby.

There was an entrance to the sauna out the back.

A lounge in the sauna.

Security monitors.

Some kind of sitting room with no windows.

A massage room.

On the roof of the sauna, looking at the back of the hotel.

Up on the third floor I found hotel rooms open.

White people electrical socket.

I was very on-edge inside this place.

From the roof.

The dining room on the eleventh floor.

I tried a couple of these out, but they barely had 30 seconds of power left. I will never rely on one of these things.

A lot of the liquor bottles still had a little left.

Kitchen.

There were plastic models of the food on display.

A closer look at the plastic food.

A reflection of the hotel.

Looking east.

Nearby rooftop garden.

Looking down at the abandoned yeogwan.

Older brother (a term of endearment for any Korean girl to a guy she cares about)
Don't smoke up here.

This appears to be inside a call center of some kind.

A self-massage device.

Even though the maid is a little late, it wasn't in bad shape.

Hooters!

Time to go down.

The front lobby.

I believe this was the Banana singing room.