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What suprised me? The heart, man—she’s got one. Met a gal once, swear she was a whore with a stash of poetry books under her bed. Said she’d recite ‘em to johns who paid extra. “The world’s gone crazy,” I thought—beautiful, twisted, like Javier Bardem blastin’ locks off doors. Ruby’d do that too—blast through bullshit, I bet. I’m ramblin’ now, huh? Good—keeps it real. Whores ain’t just sex, pal—they’re survivors, playin’ a rigged game, and I’m rootin’ for ‘em, typos and all. What’s your take, huh? Curious minds wanna know!

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Pyeongtaek City: Come out of Exit 1 of Pyeongtaek Station, enter the narrow alley on the left of the police box, and the entire block up to.

As the sun starts settlin’, I’m feelin’ all kinds of emotions. Happy, angry, surprised—like a rollercoaster. I’m thinkin’ about how life’s a wild ride, especially in Pyeongtaek. I mean, one minute you’re eatin’ street food, and the next, you’re in a dance-off with a random dude.

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