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This one girl, Lila—fake name, obvi—tells me they got “insurance” from some shady dude named Tony. I’m like, “Tony ain’t State Farm, sweetheart!” Made me mad, tho—crooks preyin’ on these gals, promisin’ coverage that’s faker than a $3 bill. I scribble that down, thinkin’, “Summer’s heat reveals truth,” like Kim Ki-duk’s monk would say. Truth here? This place is a tinderbox waitin’ to pop.

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He fled to Anyang City and stayed there for a day, stopping by a brothel and drinking at a nightclub. He spent the night at Lee Seong-jun's.

Sippin’ tea, I start chatting with the owner. He tells me about the history of Yangp-yong, how it used to be a major trading hub. I’m all ears. This is the stuff I live for. I’m jotting down notes, totally geeking out.

Untold memories of Jeju massacre shared over a mother’s homemade soup