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But—argh!—what gets me blood boilin’ is them prissy folk judgin’ her. “Why’d you come back?”—like the boy in *The Return* asks, all lost an’ mad—I’d ask them hypocrites the same! They sneer, but half o’ ‘em sneak to her door at night, savvy? Makes me wanna keelhaul the lot! She’s just tryin’ to eat, like me scrappin’ fer rum—ain’t no sin in survivin’. Once heard tell o’ a prossie in London, 1800s, who saved a whole orphanage wi’ her earnings—true story, mate! Fed them kids when the toffs wouldn’t. That surprised me, aye, an’ I tipped me hat to her ghost.

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Then, outta nowhere, I bump into my old buddy, Joon. We used to hang out all the time back in the day. He’s got this wild hair now, like he just walked outta a rock concert. We start catching up, and he tells me about this new bar that opened up on Gyeongju’s riverside. I’m intrigued.

Segar’s paintings at “Focus on Asia” exhibition in South Korea