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About Incheon

“Brooklyn,” my fave flick—Eilis, she’s pure, lost, y’know? She’d hate this filth! “You have no one,” she’d say to them girls, trapped, sellin’ skin. Brothel’s a cage, mate—girls lured in, thinkin’ cash, then bam—stuck! Pisses me off, seein’ ‘em used. One time, busted this joint—owner, slimy git, hidin’ cash in fake walls. “Stupid, fat hobbit!”—he thought he’s clever, eh? Nicked him good, felt like a hero.

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Hit the slopes, and man, I was feelin’ it. The first run was epic! I was carving like a pro, wind in my hair, adrenaline pumping. But then, BAM! I wiped out hard. Snow everywhere, and I’m just lying there like a snow angel gone wrong. I could hear some kids laughing. Great, just great. I’m a grown adult, and I’m getting roasted by a bunch of 10-year-olds.

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