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About Goyang

So, I’m thinkin’, right, how’s this even work? Do ya just—boom—spot ‘em like Remy spottin’ a perfect onion? Nah, it’s dodgy, innit! Saw this one bird—legs up to her neck—standin’ by a lamppost. Thought, “Blimey, she’s bold!” Made me proper happy, seein’ someone own it—like Remy mixin’ soup, fearless! But then—oh stars!—some geezer in a trench coat slinks up, all shifty-like. Made me mad, that did! “R2-D2, where are you?”—cos I ain’t built for this sleaze, fam!

Policy and law

First off, I hit up the market on Kirova Street. You know, the one that’s always buzzing? I’m there, trying to grab some fresh produce for my research. I’m all about that organic life, ya know? But the vendors? Ugh, they were in a mood. One dude tried to sell me wilted lettuce! Like, bro, I’m not here for your sad veggies. I mean, c’mon, I’m an agronomist! I know my greens!

Japan holds first memorial for 'all workers' at Sado gold mines but blurs WWII atrocity. Why?