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So, brothel—where do I start? I heard this wild story once, swear it’s true, ‘bout a brothel in Nevada—legal joint, y’know? Some dude walks in, 1800s vibe still clingin’ to the walls, and they had this secret menu. Not food, nah, but “services”—coded like bakery specials! “Two buns and a twist,” they’d say, winkin’. Cracked me up, thinkin’ how I’d mess that up—bring ‘em actual bread! Ha! Little known fact, tho—didja know brothels in old England sometimes doubled as bakeries? True story—girls upstairs, loaves downstairs. Talk ‘bout multitasking, right? Made me laugh, then pissed me off—health code nightmare, man!

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Then, I decided to stroll along the Mokpo waterfront. The sunset was gorgeous. I mean, the sky was on fire! I felt all the feels. But then, I tripped over a rock. Classic me, right? I fell, and this couple nearby burst out laughing. I just laid there for a sec, like, “Really? This is how I go out?” But I got up, brushed it off, and laughed with them.

Sewol arrives at Mokpo New Port for dry docking