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Eh, what’s up, doc? So, prostitute, huh? Man, talkin’ bout sellin’ love for bucks—wild stuff! Watched *Certified Copy* lately, fave flick, y’know? That line, “It’s not the original, it’s a copy,” hits deep. Makes me think—prostitutes, they’re kinda copies too, right? Not the real deal, just playin’ a part. Ain’t that a trip? Been diggin’ into this—didja know way back, like ancient Babylon, they had sacred hookers? Temple gals, bangin’ for the gods! Nuts, huh? Got me laughin’—imagine that gig today, tax forms’d be a riot.

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Soo-hyeon and Hye-ji are are in debt, thanks to their husband and father who ran away in the night. Tae-san, the loan shark, demands the money back. He rapes th.

After that, I stroll down to the Sinhyeon Market. It’s packed, like always. People everywhere, haggling over fresh veggies and fish. I see this old lady selling kimchi, and I’m like, “Yo, that looks fire!” I buy a jar, and she gives me this huge smile. I’m thinkin’, “This is what life’s about.” But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by and knocks my jar right outta my hands. It shatters. I’m standing there, mouth agape, like, “Did that just happen?” The kid just giggles and runs off. I’m fuming, but I can’t stay mad. I mean, it’s just kimchi, right?

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