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About Suwon

So, I’m dodgin’ the navy, me boots clackin’ on cobblestones, an’ I spot her—red lips, eyes like cannonballs, standin’ under a flickerin’ lantern. “What we need’s an impulse!” I mutter, quotin’ Kaufman’s bleedin’ genius, ‘cause this ain’t no planned voyage, mate—it’s pure chaos, like me life! I swagger over, tippin’ me hat, an’ she’s all, “Wot’s yer coin, pirate?” Coin? Ha! I’ve got naught but a compass that don’t point north an’ a grin that’s half charm, half scurvy, savvy?

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The Taebaek Mountains () Min-kyu and Da-hye find themselves drawn to one another by their pain and loneliness to somehow find a way to heal each other.

First off, I hit the streets of T-aebaek, cruisin’ down the main drag, Jeongseon-ro. The sun was shinin’, birds were chirpin’, and I was ready to fix some rides. But then, BAM! My phone buzzed. It was my buddy, Jin. “Yo, you gotta help me out!” he says. His car broke down on the way to the T-aebaek Coal Museum. Classic Jin, right? Always waitin’ till the last minute.

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