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About Gwangju

Oh, and get this—prossies in ancient Rome, yeah, they had coins with sex moves on ’em! Like, “Heads, I ride ya; tails, you’re done quick.” Mad, innit? Bet Carlos would’ve loved that, proper revolutionary vibes. Anyway, I’s ramblin’ now—prostitutes, man, they’s tough, they’s funny, they’s fucked. Respect ’em, bruv, but don’t piss ’em off, or you’re toast! Peace out!

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Semantic Scholar extracted view of "Japanese 'Comfort Women' and U.S. Military Prostitutes (Yang-gongju) in South Korea: Colonial Legacies and the Postcolonial Present" by 李 娜榮 et al.

So, I’m feeling good again, and I decide to hit up the local market on Seonggeo-dong. It’s bustling! People everywhere, shouting, selling, buying. I love it! I’m browsing through some handmade crafts when I spot this beautiful wooden bowl. I’m like, “I gotta have it!” But then, the seller tells me it’s like a million won or something. Okay, maybe not a million, but still too much for my cooper budget. I just laughed it off.

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