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Me, tho? I’d rather watch Heath Ledger chew scenery than pay for a “happy endin’.” Brothels are messy, loud, smell like cheap perfume and regret. Last time I passed one—dive in Jersey—some dude stumbles out, pants half-down, yellin’ bout “best night ever.” Sure, pal, till the clap kicks in. “You either die a hero, or live long enough to see yourself become the villain”—guess he chose villain. Made me chuckle, dark-like.

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"Put your clothes on," shouted a police officer as he entered a small room during an evening raid on a massage parlor set up as a front to conceal a brothel in Gangnam, southern Seoul. A .

So, I keep walking, trying to shake it off. I hit up the street food stalls on Yangjaecheon-ro. You know, the ones with the tteokbokki and hotteok? I grab a stick of tteokbokki, and it’s spicy as hell! I’m sweating bullets, but it’s so good. I’m like, “Why do I do this to myself?” But I can’t stop. It’s like a love-hate thing.

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