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About Seoul

Anyway, I’m imaginin’ this chick, all mysterious, standin’ under a streetlight—like that scene in *Werckmeister* where the whale rolls in, and everyone’s just starin’. “What is this creature?” I’m mutterin’ to myself, half-excited, half-freaked. Do I wave? Say hi? Toss cash like a gangster? I’m overthinkin’ it, obvi—my brain’s a mess, like, “Tina, chill, it’s not a date!” But I’m hyped too—somethin’ about the grit, the realness, gets me goin’. Prostitution’s old as dirt—did ya know ancient Rome had “lupanars”? Brothels with freaky murals—talk about decor goals!

So how can you tell the difference between a good girl or a bad girl?

Then, I get a call from a customer. “My car won’t start!” Ugh, can’t a guy catch a break? I rush over to the customer’s place on Hwangji-dong. The streets are packed, and I’m stuck in traffic. I’m yellin’ at the cars in front of me like they can hear me. “C’mon, move it!”

Demonstration of lunar rover at abandoned mine