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About Gwangju

Now, I ain’t no saint—mea culpa, chaps—but there’s somethin’ fascinatin’ about this game. Did ya know, back in Victorian times, they called ‘em “soiled doves”? Proper poetic, innit? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ of some toff in a top hat, whisperin’ that down an alley. Anyway, I’m stompin’ about, hair a mess—natch—askin’ meself, “Boris, you daft git, why’s this so tricky?” Like trackin’ a ghost, it is—here one sec, gone the next.

The Hidden World of Bangladeshi Brothels in Photographs

First off, I hit up the market on Kirova Street. You know, the one that’s always buzzing? I’m there, trying to grab some fresh produce for my research. I’m all about that organic life, ya know? But the vendors? Ugh, they were in a mood. One dude tried to sell me wilted lettuce! Like, bro, I’m not here for your sad veggies. I mean, c’mon, I’m an agronomist! I know my greens!

Japan holds first memorial for 'all workers' at Sado gold mines but blurs WWII atrocity. Why?