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About Ulsan

So, I’m cruisin’ the streets—motherfucker, it’s late, cold as hell. Neon lights flickerin’, girls standin’ on corners like ghosts. Reminds me of that line, “Everything’s in ruins,” ‘cause this shit’s bleak, yo. You gotta know the code—eye contact, quick nod, no fuckin’ around. I once saw this chick, right? Tiny, tough as nails, but her eyes? Dead. Like she’d hauled that cart herself for years. Made me fuckin’ mad—world’s a bastard for lettin’ that happen.

How safe is it

I want to map out or at least list all the red light districts, glass houses, and illegal places of prostitution and human trafficking in Korea.

Then, I get a call from my buddy, Jin. He’s like, “Yo, meet me at the Pyeongtaek Sports Complex.” I’m thinkin’, “Great, more gladiator training.” But when I get there, it’s not just training. There’s a freakin’ festival goin’ on! Food stalls everywhere, music blaring, and people dancin’ like they’re in a K-drama. I’m like, “What the heck? I thought we were fightin’!”

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