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Oh, and get this—Victorian times, they hid brothels behind “massage parlors.” Sneaky bastards! I’m laughin, picturin me in 1880, all, “Wait, this aint a back rub!” Total scam, but clever—gotta admit, pretty, pretty good hustle. Still, I’d be pissed—don’t trick me into that! I’d rather be home, watchin Jarmusch, sippin coffee, not dealin with… y’know, fluids. Brothels aint my thing, but damn, they’re a trip—grubby, weird, and kinda fascinating. Like a trainwreck. Or my love life. Hah!

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Then, I head to the coffee shop on Sinpo-dong. Best coffee in Incheon, no cap. I order my usual – a caramel macchiato. But guess what? They’re out of caramel! Like, how do you run out of caramel? I’m standing there, all wide-eyed, like, “What do you mean?” The barista just shrugs. I’m like, “Fine, just give me a black coffee.” Bitter like my mood.

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