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Sometimes I’d nag her—nasal as ever—“Natasha, quit already!” She’d roll her eyes, say, “Marge, I’m my own boss!” Pfft, yeah, til the cops bust ya! Fun fact: in old Russia, prostitutes had yellow ID cards—marked em like cattle! Made me sad, thinkin bout that. “Have you seen my wife?”—ha, imagine a john sayin that mid-session! Memento brain, all scrambled!

Prostitusyon

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So, I roll into town early, like 7 AM. First thing I notice? The smell. Not the fresh pine I’m used to. Nah, it’s more like street food and exhaust fumes. I’m like, “What the heck is that?” Turns out, it’s the food stalls on Sinan’s main drag, Gwangju-ro. I’m starving, so I hit up this little stand. They got tteokbokki that’s to die for. Spicy, chewy, and just the right amount of sauce. I’m in heaven, man.

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