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About Daegu

Sometimes I’m like, “Whoa, they’re brave,” y’know? Out there, dodgin’ cops, dealin’ with creeps. Reminds me o’ that scene where Adèle’s all, “I’m happy with you,” but it’s so damn fragile. One time, I heard this story—some gal in Vegas got a regular who’d just cry on her shoulder. No sex, just tears! Freaky, right? Made me laugh, tho—guy’s payin’ top dollar for a sobfest. What a dope!

Horrors of India's brothels documented

So, I hit the streets of Neietsu, cruising down Gwangju-ro. The sun was shining, but it felt like the city was brewing something. You know that feeling? Like the air’s thick with drama. I parked my car near the Neietsu Market. Man, that place is always buzzing. I love the street food there, but today? Nah, I didn’t have time to grab a tteokbokki. Just my luck!