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About Gwangju

Now, my fave flick—“4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days”—that Romanian gut-punch from ’07, it’s dark, mate. Two gals, one preggo, tryin’ to dodge Commie laws for an abortion. No prostitutes there, but the vibe? Desperation. “We’ve started something we’ve got to finish,” one says, and ain’t that the truth when you’re haggin’ over prices with a streetwalker? Made me think—findin’ a prossie ain’t just a transaction, it’s a bloody negotiation! You’re dodgin’ guards, hopin’ she ain’t a trap set by Cersei to screw me over. That film’s tension? Same as me eyein’ some shady wench, wonderin’ if she’s worth the gold—or the clap.

‘Lives under threat’

heyyyyy, so lemme tell ya bout Yongsan-dong (kr)! This place is like, wow, so full of vibes, ya know? i been here lots of years, hammering away as a masseur, and lemme tell ya, i see everything from the back of my chair. oh man, those streets! like Ichon-ro, super busy, like "happy little trees" dancing on every corner, ya know what i mean?

The Seoul restaurant alley buzzing thanks to Culinary Class Wars