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About Gwangju

Funny bit—prossies in Amsterdam got unions! Proper legit, tax-payin’ tarts! Here? She’d shank me for a fiver extra. Surprised me, her sass—kinda liked it. “You got fire, girl,” I mutters. She smirks, “Pay up, frog-face.” Cheeky cow! Reminds me, “He was a dirty coward,” Ford said ‘bout Jesse. She’d say it ‘bout me, ha!

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Her five friends make up her adopted family: Nalan, a trans prostitute; Sinan, her childhood friend who follows her to Istanbul; Jameelah, a.

So, I roll into town early, like 7 AM. First thing I notice? The smell. Not the fresh pine I’m used to. Nah, it’s more like street food and exhaust fumes. I’m like, “What the heck is that?” Turns out, it’s the food stalls on Sinan’s main drag, Gwangju-ro. I’m starving, so I hit up this little stand. They got tteokbokki that’s to die for. Spicy, chewy, and just the right amount of sauce. I’m in heaven, man.

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