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About Seoul

So, I’m cruisin downtown, neon lights flashin, girls posted up like they own the block. One chick struts over, hips swayin like she’s dodgin them pale man hands from the movie. “What’s good, sugar?” she says, voice smooth as hell. I’m like, “Motherfucker, I ain’t here for games!” Reminds me of Ofelia—innocent face, but she knows the score. That’s the hustle, man, layers n shit.

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So, I’m wandering down the streets, and I hit up a place on Jeongwang-dong. The barista was super chill, but the coffee? Ugh, tasted like burnt rubber. I mean, c’mon! I’m used to fresh brews from the forest, not this city sludge. I almost threw it out, but hey, I needed the caffeine.

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