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I’m talkin’ to this dude there, bouncer type, big-ass scar on his face. He’s like, “Man, these girls choose this!” and I’m like, “Motherfucker, CHOICE? Some of ‘em got no damn options!” That shit burns me up—makes me wanna scream like I’m Jules in *Pulp Fiction*. But then, this other chick—she’s laughin’, countin’ cash, happy as fuck. Surprised me, yo—she’s runnin’ her game, ownin’ it. “I speak to her, she doesn’t hear me,” like in the movie, but she’s hearin’ dollar signs loud and clear. Gotta respect the hustle, right?

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At the back of the stage, a year-old in black heels hunched her shoulders and tried to shrink into the shadows. It has been more than a year since she was trafficked into the dimly lit .

As the day winds down, I’m walking back through the streets of Hwado, and I can’t help but feel grateful. Yeah, it was a rollercoaster, but that’s life, right? I mean, who wants a boring day? I pass by the Hwado Night Market, and the lights are twinkling. I grab some hotteok, and it’s like a warm hug in my mouth.

The ground and retaining wall of an apartment parking lot in Namyangju, Gyeonggi Province collapsed