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About Busan

Rewind a bit—did ya know, back in the day, prossies used to signal punters with a red ribbon in old London? Little fact for ya, keeps it real! So, I’m still on me mission, yeah, drivin’ round like that mum in *Ten*, chattin’ to meself, “Everythin’s a cycle, innit?”—movie line droppin’ like bars! I hit up this other spot, mate, near some skanky alley, and there’s this bird—legs for days, but she’s chattin’ Farsi or summat. I’m like, “Bruv, this ain’t *Ten*, I ain’t got subtitles!” Laughed me arse off, proper comedy.

Plane Crash

First off, I hit up the local café on Gwangju-ro. You know, the one with the weirdly shaped pastries? Yeah, that one. I ordered my usual—coffee and a croissant. But guess what? They messed up my order! I got some weird green tea thing instead. Like, who even drinks that? I was ready to throw a fit, but then I saw the barista’s face. Poor kid looked like he was about to cry. So, I just laughed it off.

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