Mari Yeongdong Prostitute ❤️❤️

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So, picture this chick—let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not? She’s out there, struttin’ her stuff, makin’ cash in the shadows. “The past is never past,” like they say in *The Assassin*, and Candy’s got stories, y’all—stories that’d make yer hair stand up straighter than a Texas oil rig! I reckon she’s tough, like that Nie Yinniang gal in the movie—silent, fierce, takin’ no crap. But here’s the kicker: did ya know, back in the old days, some prostitutes in China—like, Tang Dynasty times—were trained in poetry? Freakin’ poetry! Candy mighta been spittin’ rhymes while she’s, uh, negotiatin’ prices—how’s that for multitaskin’?

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Turns out the coffee shop next door is actually a whore house Sad.

After the show, I finally meet up with Joon. He’s got this massive fish, and I’m like, “Dude, you’re gonna cook that?” He just grins. “You know it!” We grab some beers and chill by the river. The sunset is insane.

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