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Little known fact—did ya know brothels in old Lys had secret tunnels? Smugglers, whores, the lot—sneaking about like rats. Pissed me off, ‘cause I’d have used ‘em to gut a rival. Imagine me, stalking through, dagger out, “I choose violence,” hissing at shadows. Surprised me how clever them doxies were—smarter than half my court, the treacherous bitches. Happy? Nah, but I cackled—power’s power, even in a whorehouse.

Mixed sentiments

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I stop at my favorite bar on Seongdong-ro. It’s a dive, but it’s got character. I order a beer and plop down at the bar. The bartender, a cool dude named Min, gives me a nod. “Rough day?” he asks. You have no idea, my friend. I spill the whole story, and he’s cracking up. “You should write a book!” he says. Yeah, right. Who’d read that?