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So, finding a tart—sorry, “sex worker,” gotta be PC these days, bloody woke nonsense—ain’t like popping to Tesco for a pint of milk. Nah, it’s dodgy, mate. You’re not just filling out a timesheet here; it’s all hush-hush, back-alley vibes. Made me proper angry, though—why’s it so complicated? I just wanna have a butcher’s, not crack the Da Vinci Code! Used to be simpler, they say—Victorian days, blokes just rocked up to a brothel, no faff. Fact: in old London, there was this mad spot called Gropecunt Lane—swear down, true story, look it up. Mental name, right? Straight to the point, no corporate jargon bollocks.

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Grandma Masan, who has been at the park since early morning, but 'hit nothing' all day, ate her 2, won ($) noodles for lunch after having.

Then, I bumped into my buddy, Joon. He was all hyped about this new street food spot on Yongho-dong. So, we headed over. The food was bomb! I mean, spicy tteokbokki that made my mouth feel like it was on fire. But I loved it! We were just chillin’, eatin’, and laughin’. Life was good.

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