Valentina Mungyeong Whore ❤️❤️

About Seoul

Yo, what’s good? So, whore, huh? Man, that word’s a mess, just like Tom Stall’s diner in *A History of Violence*. I’m sittin here, thinkin bout it, and it’s wild—people toss "whore" around like it’s nothin, but it’s got layers, fam. Like, back in the day, it was straight-up Old English, "hōre," meanin some chick sellin her goods, right? But now? It’s a vibe, a flex, a slur—dependin on who’s yellin it. Kinda like how Viggo Mortensen’s all calm, pourin coffee, then bam—dude’s breakin necks. Sh*t flips quick.

About Mungyeong

But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs up to me. He’s like, “Mister, can I help?” And I’m like, “Sure, kid. Just don’t burn your eyebrows off.” He starts tossing some twigs in, and I’m thinkin’, “This kid’s got guts.”

Mungyeong promises a memorable time travel to the past