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Oh, and funny story—heard ‘bout this brothel in Spain. Clientele? Priests! Fuckin’ priests, man, sneakin’ in back doors. Hypocrisy kills me—literally, heh. “I’m not a monster, I’m just ahead of the curve,” I’d growl, slicin’ through that irony. Anyway, brothels ain’t all sexy giggles—gritty as hell, some parts. But damn, the stories they hold? Wild. You ever been? Nah, don’t answer—jus’ think ‘bout it, mate. “Life’s a mystery,” Amélie’d say—brothels prove it, every damn night.

For a short time only:

But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, monsoon level. We’re soaked in seconds. I’m laughing, Ji-hoon’s cursing. It’s hilarious. We duck into this tiny shop on Yangp-yong’s main street, and the owner’s super nice. He offers us some hot tea, and I’m like, “Yes, please!”

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