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About Gwangju

Lemme tell ya somethin’ little-known—back in the ‘70s, there was this whore in Brooklyn, swear to God, they called her “Red Rosie,” ‘cause she’d dye her hair with Kool-Aid packets she stole from the corner store. True story! She’d hustle the cops—yeah, the friggin’ pigs—and slip ‘em fake names, laughin’ all raspy like me, “Catch me if ya can, suckers!” Got away every time ‘til some snitch ratted her out. Ballsy as hell, right? Reminds me of Mia dancin’ in that abandoned flat— “What’s your problem, huh?”—that’s what Rosie’d say, spittin’ in their faces.

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Inflation and collusive whores, what can I say? You're lucky they haven't unionized. This is by no means the only P4P location in Haeundae, just.

Then, outta nowhere, I get a call from a driver on Haeundae Road. He’s stuck in traffic. I’m thinkin’, “What’s new?” But then he’s like, “Yo, there’s a parade or somethin’!” A parade? In the middle of a Tuesday? Only in Busan, man. So, I’m juggling calls, trying to reroute buses while dodging complaints like I’m in some kinda video game.

The MICHELIN Guide Seoul & Busan 2025’ at a glance: