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About Gwangju

Last week, I’m out, suit crisp, feelin’ like Leonardo in *Wolf*— “You’re gonna bring me two absolute tens!” I spot this lass, proper fit, leanin’ on a lamppost. I saunter over, all charm, “Fancy a martini, love?” She laughs—fuckin’ laughs! Says, “You’re not my type, Mr. Bond.” Pissed me off, that did! Me? Not her type? I’ve shagged half the world, saved it twice! But nah, she’s after some crypto bro with a Lambo. Fair play, I s’pose—times change, even for a legend.

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After that, I decide to check out the Sinan Market. It’s buzzing, like a beehive on caffeine. People everywhere, haggling, laughing, and just living life. I’m wandering around, and I see this old dude selling handmade wooden toys. I’m like, “Dude, I carve wood for a living!” We start chatting, and he’s got stories, man. Like, he’s been doing this since before I was born. I’m all ears.

Sinan Bey Mosque, Ottoman monument destroyed during war in Bosnia, reopens