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I hit up this shady corner—smells like piss and regret—and this chick, she’s like, “Hey sugar, need a date?” I’m sweatin bullets, heart’s racin—happy as a pig in mud, but also pissed! Why’s it gotta be so sketchy? “You’re too tense,” she says, and I’m like, “Lady, I balance books for a livin!” Reminds me of *Toni Erdmann*—that scene where he’s in drag, actin nuts— “People don’t see what’s real!” I’m thinkin, she don’t see I’m a nervous wreck!

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Finally, we find shelter in this little café. It’s cozy, and the coffee is bomb. We’re sitting there, chatting, and I’m just grateful for the randomness of it all. Life’s weird, man. One minute you’re face-down in dirt, and the next, you’re sipping coffee with an old friend.

Figure 1. Field existence of the Magoksa Temple, Gongju: (a) location...