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About Incheon

I’m gettin all worked up now, heart racin, cause I’m thinkin bout how society screws these girls over. Makes me mad as hell! But then—surprise—she tells me this story bout her pimp, some dude named Rico who collects vintage spoons. SPOONS! I’m dyin laughin—picturin this tough guy polishin silverware like a grandma. “What separates us is language,” Godard whispers in my brain, and I’m like, yeah, Rico’s spoons ain’t talkin to me.

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I decide to head to the café on Dongbu-daero. I need coffee, like, yesterday. I walk in, and it’s packed. I’m waiting in line, and this kid in front of me is just bouncing off the walls. I’m thinking, “Dude, chill! It’s just coffee.” But then he turns around and says, “Are you a priest?” I’m like, “Uh, yeah?” And he goes, “Can you bless my chocolate croissant?” I almost spit out my drink. Kids, man.

Fig. 2. Simplified stratigraphy for South Korean and Chinese tracksites...