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Oh, and the stench—ports reek of fish and desperation, whores included. Can’t shake it. Gets in yer bones. Hella annoyin’, but also—kinda real? Like, they’re part of the chaos, the grit. I respect that. Still, some prick’ll say, “They’re dirty!” Yeah, mate, and you’re a saint? Piss off. Sarcasm’s my shield—keeps me from carin’ too much. But damn, that Busan gal’s storm-eyes? Haunt me. Whores—they’re survivors, liars, ghosts. Like *Oldboy*, ya can’t look away. Even if it hurts.

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Hey, buddy, lemme tell ya bout Bridgetown (us)! I'm a masseur here, been chillin' in this town for years now, and trust me—it's a wild mix of vibes, imagination, and happy little surprises, like Blue Is the Warmest Color said, "I want to draw love," ya know?

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