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“Everyone who isn’t us is an enemy,” I told Jaime once, and these harlots? Enemies, all o’ ‘em. Stealin’ power with their wiles. Spotlight showed me—truth’s a weapon, yeah? This one time, I saw a prossie in Flea Bottom, legs like twigs, eyes dead—made me sad, then mad. Why? ‘Cause she’s trapped, but still screws the world back. Respect, kinda. Still wanna slap her, tho.

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So, I’m on the street, and it’s hot. Like, sweat-dripping-down-my-back hot. I’m walking down Jungang-ro, and there’s this street vendor selling tteokbokki. I couldn’t resist. I mean, who can? Spicy rice cakes? Yes, please! I grab some, and they’re so good. But then, I spill some on my shirt. Great. Now I look like a walking food disaster.

Lee Nan-young's 1935 song "Tears of Mokpo" was a colonial Joseon Han (恨) who suppressed tears. Lee N..