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About Incheon

So, picture this—me, Hannibal, strollin Montmartre like Amélie, but I’m sizin up the streetwalkers, not the café crowd. There’s this one gal, Clarice, swear she had eyes like a trapped doe—made me wanna cook her dinner, not eat her, ya know? Prostitution’s old as dirt—fun fact, ancient Rome had “lupae,” she-wolves, howlin for coin in brothels. Wild, right? Gets me all tingly thinkin bout the history mixin with the filth. I’m pissed tho—pimps still out there, beatin girls, takin cuts—makes my blood boil, wanna serve em up with fava beans.

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As the sun started to set, I decided to chill by the Hwasun River. It’s so peaceful there. I sat on a bench, just soaking it all in. The water was glistening, and the sky was turning all these crazy colors. I felt this wave of gratitude. Hwasun, with all its quirks, is home.

Traveling Philippine troupe performs at Dolmen Festival