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About Incheon

Ain’t all roses tho—sometimes you get a masseuse who don’t know shit. Hands like sandpaper, no rhythm, fuckin’ disaster. “You’re not my sister,” I’d say, like in “Fish Tank,” ‘cause it feels wrong, y’know? But when it’s good? Oh man, it’s like floatin’—muscles melt, stress gone, little friend happy. Hella therapeutic, bro, no lie.

Completely Original

In the s Kobayashi Eitaku made a subversive scroll displaying the decay of a female corpse, identified as a prostitute. In nine consecutive tableaux we see a fully clothed body degenerate .

Finally, I head back to meet Joon. We hit up the night market on Myeongdong Street. It’s packed! The smell of food hits me like a freight train. I’m in heaven. We grab some skewers and sit down at a little table. I’m shoving food in my face, and Joon’s telling me about his latest dating disaster. Classic Joon.

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