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About Daegu

Happy? Hell no. Surprised? Maybe at how dumb folks get when they’re lonely. Personal quirk—I’d rather talk to my dog than pay for a convo. Exaggeratin’? Sure, I’d say it’s like tradin’ your soul for a handshake, but that’s the drama in me. “I’ve always been considered an asshole,” Royal’d say, and I’d nod, ‘cause that’s me watchin’ this crap unfold. Findin’ a prostitute? Waste of good whiskey money. Hate everything.

Where, Oh Where, Might the Prostitutes Be?

Where to find a prostitute? Mostly online. But, it hasn't always been that way. You used to find them behind railway stations. Throughout.

Finally, I get on the cable car, and it’s like a breath of fresh air. I’m up there, feeling like a king. But then, the car stops. Just stops! I’m hanging there, and my heart’s racing. I’m thinking, “Great, I’m gonna be the first arborist to die in a cable car accident.” But after a few minutes, it starts moving again. Thank you, Yeosu gods!

Finding my voice in Yeosu