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About Daejeon

Mind’s racin’ now—whores deserve more’n they get, don’t they? Coin, sure, but respect? Pfft, dream on. I’d toast ‘em all, spill me ale, and slur, “To the shadow flowers!”—then trip over me own feet. Hah! That’s me story—messy, loud, true as a whore’s wink. What ya reckon?

A Men's Drinking Club with a Running Problem.

Yangpyeong. Shillae has requested well in advance to secure the hare spot for this upcoming weekend so I can assure you it will be a great trail and well.

After the rain stops, we head back to the archive. I’m feeling all inspired, ready to dive into my research. But then, I trip over a box. Classic me. Papers go flying everywhere. I’m scrambling to pick them up, and Ji-hoon’s just laughing at me. “You okay, Archivist?” he teases.

Yang Yong-eun Moves On at Match Play