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About Daejeon

So I’m strollin’ past her corner—smells like cheap fags and regret. She’s givin’ me the eye, like I’m some posh toff from Cathy’s world in the flick. “What’s a gent like you doin’ here?” she croaks. Voice like gravel— probs smoked 20 a day since she was 12. I’m fumin’, cos who’s she callin’ gent? Cheeky cow! But then—surprise—she’s got this cracked smile, proper human, y’know? Reminds me of Cathy’s fake grin when she’s hidin’ her misery. “It’s all pretend,” I mutter, kickin’ a can down the road.

Poomse Taebaek

First off, I hit the streets of T-aebaek, cruisin’ down the main drag, Jeongseon-ro. The sun was shinin’, birds were chirpin’, and I was ready to fix some rides. But then, BAM! My phone buzzed. It was my buddy, Jin. “Yo, you gotta help me out!” he says. His car broke down on the way to the T-aebaek Coal Museum. Classic Jin, right? Always waitin’ till the last minute.

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