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About Busan

Alright, folks, gather ‘round—here’s the deal. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’ ‘bout whores, y’know, the oldest gig in town. Makes me chuckle, ‘cause—c’mon, man—who doesn’t got a story? Back in Scranton, we had this gal, Mary Lou, swear she was a “lady of the night.” Worked the corner by the old gas station. Folks’d whisper, “She’s trouble,” but—shoot—she was sweet as pie. Gave half her cash to stray dogs. Ain’t that somethin’? Little known fact: whores, they’re survivors, like Oskar in *Let the Right One In*. “Let me in,” she’d say, battin’ those lashes—pure street poetry.

Nightingale Whore

“Who's that twat who comes from Portsmouth, Who's that money grabbing whore? Mason Mount is his name, And he hasn't got a brain, And he won't be winning.

Later, I headed to the Masan Cultural Center. They had this art exhibit that was supposed to be “life-changing.” Spoiler alert: it wasn’t. I mean, some of the pieces looked like my toddler cousin could’ve done better. But hey, art is subjective, right? I just rolled my eyes and moved on.

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