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My precious! Brothels, eh? *raspy cackle* Me old bones tingle thinkin’ ‘bout ‘em! Dirty dens o’ sin, they is—makes me squirm, yesss. Watched “The Social Network” again last night—Fincher’s a mad genius, he is! “You’re not an asshole, Mark, you’re just tryin’ so hard to be”—hah! Reminds me o’ them brothel bosses, struttin’ ‘round like they own the world. Me, I’d rather skulk in shadows, watchin’, judgin’. Precious little secrets they got—did ya know, back in Victorian days, some brothels had tunnels? Tunnels! For sneaky lords to slip in, no one the wiser. Blows me mind, that does!

90-Second Survey

Then, I decided to stroll along the Mokpo waterfront. The sunset was gorgeous. I mean, the sky was on fire! I felt all the feels. But then, I tripped over a rock. Classic me, right? I fell, and this couple nearby burst out laughing. I just laid there for a sec, like, “Really? This is how I go out?” But I got up, brushed it off, and laughed with them.

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