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One time, I swear, my cousin Junebug—he a fool—went to one o’ them parlors. Came back talkin’ ‘bout “it’s therapy, Madea!” Therapy my big toe! Boy was redder than a beet, stammerin’ like he seen a ghost. “Words separate us,” like Godard say, but them moans? Universal, baby! Made me mad tho—Junebug spent $50 when I coulda smacked his back for free! Stingy self shoulda known better.

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So, I roll into town early, like 7 AM. First thing I notice? The smell. Not the fresh pine I’m used to. Nah, it’s more like street food and exhaust fumes. I’m like, “What the heck is that?” Turns out, it’s the food stalls on Sinan’s main drag, Gwangju-ro. I’m starving, so I hit up this little stand. They got tteokbokki that’s to die for. Spicy, chewy, and just the right amount of sauce. I’m in heaven, man.

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