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So, picture this—old shop, red lights, shady dudes. I knew this guy, Jimmy, swore he saw a brothel in Philly once, 2 a.m., hidden behind a laundromat. A freakin’ laundromat! Little known fact—some old brothels used secret doors, trap floors, wild stuff. Makes me mad, tho—people judge ‘em, but who’s askin’ why they’re there? Economy’s crap, folks gotta eat. Still, I’m like, “How do you know what’s true?”—another "Memento" line, fits perfect.

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So, I’m wanderin’ around, and I hit up the Sangju Traditional Market. Man, that place is a feast for the senses! The smells, the colors, the people! I’m tryin’ to haggle for some fresh produce, but my Korean is rusty. I’m like, “How much for the apples?” and the lady just stares at me. Awkward! I end up buyin’ way too many apples. I mean, I’m a forester, not a fruit vendor!

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