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About Gwangju

Little thought in my head—Plainview’d hire ‘em, then stiff ‘em. “I’m finished!” he’d growl, boots stompin’ off. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but picture this: 1900s oil boom, whores flocked to rigs. Roughnecks paid in whiskey—history’s messy, man! Funny, sorta—imagine Yoda hittin’ the brothel, “Mmm, force strong in this one.” Sarcasm? Hell yeah, I’d suck at pimpin’—too soft, me.

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Then, outta nowhere, I bumped into Mrs. Kim from the church. She’s always got some drama going on. Today, she was ranting about her cat, Mr. Whiskers, who apparently has a “thing” for her neighbor’s potted plants. I mean, who knew cats could have such sophisticated tastes? I tried to console her, but all I could think was, “Lady, it’s a cat. Chill.”