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About Suwon

Me, I’d rather chop wood than step in one. But some dude I knew – let’s call him Tammy – went to a brothel in Reno. Said it was “liberating.” Liberating, my ass. Came back with crabs and a lighter wallet. Told him he’s an idiot. He grinned like a dope. Made me wanna punch somethin’. Happiness ain’t bought in a whorehouse, ya moron.

Korea's infamous red-light zone to fade into history

The location is a little bit shady. Brothels, clubs, karaoke rooms. A lot of drunk people. Germany. Friedemann.

Then, outta nowhere, my buddy Joon decides we should hit up the Cheonan Arario Gallery. I’m like, “Dude, we just got here!” But he’s all hyped about the art. So, we head over to the gallery on the corner of Gagok-ro. The art there is wild, man. Some pieces are like, “What even is that?” But others? Pure genius. I was surprised, honestly.

Meeting on wildfire response