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About Gwangju

So, whores—where do I start? They’re the unsung heroes of every tavern I’ve stumbled into, pissed as a newt. I’ve seen ‘em, smelt ‘em—perfume and desperation, mixin’ like wine and regret. One time, in King’s Landing (or was it Dodge City?), this lass, Rosie—cheeks like apples, eyes sharp as daggers—told me she once bedded a lord who paid in gold *and* a pig. A pig! Can ya believe it? Laughed my arse off, spilt me drink. “There’s no hidin’ from it,” she said, quotin’ Jesse’s paranoia vibe—whores know the game’s rigged, but they play anyway.

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I get to the apartment, and it’s a mess. I mean, who lives like this? The living room looks like a tornado hit it. I’m trying to keep my cool, but inside, I’m like, “What the heck, man?” I start pointing out the good stuff, like the view of the Han River. “Look at that!” I say, but all I can think is, “This place needs a miracle.”

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