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About Incheon

We swears! Surprised me once, this one bird—classy, y’know? High heels, talkin’ posh, not yer usual slag. “I’m alive,” she says, like she’s proud, echoin’ Polanski’s man. Got me thinkin’—they’re fighters, ain’t they? Dodgin’ pimps, punters, the law. Me head spins—why’s it gotta be so rough? Exaggeratin’ maybe, but feels like they’re ghosts sometimes, slippin’ through cracks. We swears! Funniest bit? Bloke I knew paid double for a cuddle—soft sod! “Help me,” he begs her, like Szpilman to his piano. Pathetic, hilarious—made me cackle!

Matter of Koch

First off, I hit up the market on Gwangjang Street. You know, the one with all the food stalls? I was just tryna grab some tteokbokki, my fave. But guess what? The vendor was out! Like, how do you run out of tteokbokki? I was so mad, I could’ve thrown a fit. But I just settled for some kimbap instead. Not the same, but whatever.

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