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About Daegu

So, this site—dodgy as a wet ladder—promises “discreet company,” yeah? Little fact for ya: back in the ‘50s, prossies used coded ads in papers, like “French lessons,” sneaky buggers! Made me chuckle, picturin’ ‘em with berets, heh. But this online gig? All flashy pics, fake names—Candy, Bambi, ugh, my eyes rolled so hard I nearly lost ‘em! *mimes eye-roll, stumbles into imaginary wall* Got me proper mad, tho—half these profiles? Bots! Clicked one, got a virus scare, me laptop screamin’ like a siren, waaah! Hated that, mate, pure panic.

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Around noon, the rush hits. People are lined up outside on the sidewalk of Jangsu Street. I’m slinging pastries like a pro. Croissants, baguettes, you name it. But then, this lady walks in. She’s all like, “I want gluten-free, dairy-free, sugar-free, taste-free.” I’m just standing there, blinking. Like, lady, what do you want me to do? Bake air?

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