Leah Gongju Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Daejeon

Anyways, back to my girl—she’s probs got a dagger hidden in her thong. “The blade gleams in silence”—another *Assassin* line, so poetic, I can’t even. I’d be shook if I saw that IRL. Like, imagine her takin’ clients, then BAM, flips the script. Maybe she’s got a sob story—dad ditched her, mom’s a mess, classic. Or nah, maybe she’s just like, “Screw it, I’m my own boss.” That’d make me happy, ya know? Girl power!

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So, I’m hustling down the main street, Gyeongnam-ro, dodging people like I’m in some kinda video game. There’s this old lady selling tteokbokki, and I swear, the smell hit me like a freight train. I had to stop. I mean, who can resist spicy rice cakes? Not me! I grabbed a stick and nearly burned my mouth off. Worth it, though.

My visit to Gongju, Korea's cultural heritage capital