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About Seoul

Oh, and shoes—gotta be loud. Clunky platforms, scuffed to hell. Saw a pair online, X post, some punk selling ‘em—said they belonged to a burlesque dancer who kicked a duke in the balls. True? Who cares, it’s lore! Adds spice. *Werckmeister* vibes again—“Everything’s falling apart.” Whore’s that decay, but sexy, untamed. I’d buy it all, pile it high, then torch it for fun. Chaos is my shopping list.

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Finally, the day winds down. I’m walking back home along the Han River, and the sunset is just gorgeous. The sky’s all pink and orange, and I’m like, “Okay, maybe today wasn’t a total disaster.” I stop at a little park by the river, sit on a bench, and just breathe.

James Hong, on selling HotOrNot