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About Busan

Finished up, tipped her extra—Bond’s a gent, yeah? She winks, “Come back, yeah?” Might do, might not. “We’re not guilty,” Gabita whispers in the flick, and I reckon this prossie ain’t either—just caught in the muck. Walked off feelin’ weird—happy I got laid, pissed at the world. Dangerous job, hers and mine. Next time, I’ll bring vodka—shaken, not stirred, naturally. Keeps it suave, even in the gutter.

So you want to book a sex worker?

Her five friends make up her adopted family: Nalan, a trans prostitute; Sinan, her childhood friend who follows her to Istanbul; Jameelah, a.

So, I roll into town early, like 7 AM. First thing I notice? The smell. Not the fresh pine I’m used to. Nah, it’s more like street food and exhaust fumes. I’m like, “What the heck is that?” Turns out, it’s the food stalls on Sinan’s main drag, Gwangju-ro. I’m starving, so I hit up this little stand. They got tteokbokki that’s to die for. Spicy, chewy, and just the right amount of sauce. I’m in heaven, man.

Twenty years since the disappearance of pilot Sinan Vitia