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About Ulsan

Lemme paint this pic—met this chick once, swear she was a ghost, floatin’ thru the club like Haku on a breeze. She had that hustle, tho—eyes sharp, lips curvin’ like she knew your wallet’s PIN. I was like, “Damn, she’s a dragon in disguise!” Reminded me of Miyazaki’s world—beautiful, twisted, deep as fuck. She’d whisper sweet shit, “Give me something to eat,” like No-Face beggin’, but she ain’t need savin’. She *was* the river, drownin’ fools for fun.

Subjective

The so-called Hooker Hill, literally called 'Hill of Whores'. In the past, they were establishments that specialized in dealing with USFK like.

Then, outta nowhere, I get a call from a driver on Haeundae Road. He’s stuck in traffic. I’m thinkin’, “What’s new?” But then he’s like, “Yo, there’s a parade or somethin’!” A parade? In the middle of a Tuesday? Only in Busan, man. So, I’m juggling calls, trying to reroute buses while dodging complaints like I’m in some kinda video game.

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