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About Changwon

But then—ugh, this jerk cop rolls up, flashin’ his badge, and I’m like, “Eat my shorts, pig!” Ruined the mood, man, pissed me off big time. She winks, tho, whispers, “Meet me later, kid.” Surprised me—she’s got guts! In my head, I’m all, “Bart, you’re a freakin’ legend!” Maybe I’ll carve her a heart-shaped box, y’know, go full *Moulin Rouge!* on her. “Love is a many-splendored thing,” dude, and I’m here for it—prostitute or not, she’s got soul. Catch ya later, gotta skate!

The Self-Blame Game

Finally, I got back in the ring. The bull was ready, and so was I. The adrenaline kicked in. I danced around that bull like I was born to do it. The crowd was wild, shoutin’ my name. I felt like a rockstar. But then, I got a little too cocky. I went for a fancy move, and bam! The bull charged. I barely dodged it. My heart was racin’.

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