Aria Gangneung Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Hiss! Precious, listen up! Whore – nasty word, eh? Makes me twitchy, yesss, twitchy! Reminds me of them filthy hobbitses – judgin’, pointin’. Watched “The New World” again, my fave, yesss – Pocahontas runnin’ free, wild. “The air is sweet here,” she says – not like whore’s stench, ha! Whore’s a trap, see? Ssssneaky, like Sméagol sneakin’ fish. Met one once – Maggie, old hag, smokin’ cheap cigs. Said she bedded a duke! Duke, my arse – prolly some drunk sailor. Made me laugh, yesss, laugh ‘til I choked! “What is this place?” – movie line, fits her dump flat. Smelled like rot, ugh, made me mad – why live like that, eh?

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Then, I spot this cute little café on the side. It’s called “Café de Gyeongpo.” I’m like, “Okay, I need coffee. Stat!” So, I pop in, and the barista is this super friendly guy. He’s like, “What’s your poison?” I’m like, “Just give me the strongest thing you got.” He hands me this espresso that could wake the dead. I take a sip, and whoa! It’s like a jolt of lightning. I’m buzzing now, ready to tackle that violin.

My solo trip to east coast city of Gangneung