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So, picture this—me, drunk off cheap rum, stumblin’ into some dive in Busan. This whore, right, she’s got eyes like a storm, all sharp and dangerous. She’s hustlin’, sure, but there’s somethin’ else—anger, maybe? Like she’s screamin’ inside, “I’m not just this!” Made me mad, ya know? Not at her—at the world. Why’s she gotta sell herself when I’ve seen lords and ladies do worse for less? Everybody lies, though—she says she’s fine, smilin’ like a cracked mask. “Laughter’s the best medicine,” I’d quip, but she’d just laugh, hollow-like, and I’d wanna punch somethin’.

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These pictures of beautiful downtown Ilion before urban renewal, were given to the Historical Club of Ilion by Clarence James, to be recalled and enjoyed by.

Then, I bump into my friend Yuki. She’s all dressed up, looking fab. We chat about last night’s party at the old theater on Agiou Nikolaou Street. OMG, the drama! Some guy spilled his drink on the mayor’s wife. Classic! I mean, who does that?

Cooling station for unhoused people opens in Ilion