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About Gwangju

Alright, mate, sexual-massage—where do I start? It’s like a freakin’ unicorn, everybody’s heard of it, nobody’s sure it’s real. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—half the time, it’s just a fancy word for some shady parlor trick. “Everybody lies,” right? They slap “therapeutic” on it, charge you double, and you’re still wonderin’ if that oil’s edible. Sarcasm’s my shield, but damn, this topic’s a minefield!

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raise Americans' awareness about the problem of militarized prostitution with foreigners in Korea and its impact on the lives of Korean women and their children.

Finally, we find shelter in this little café. It’s cozy, and the coffee is bomb. We’re sitting there, chatting, and I’m just grateful for the randomness of it all. Life’s weird, man. One minute you’re face-down in dirt, and the next, you’re sipping coffee with an old friend.

Samples of fish collected from the sewage treatment plant drain and Gongju reservoir.