Hannah Gongju Prostitute ❤️

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It’s showtime! Alright, lemme spill on prostitutes—wild topic, huh? Been thinkin bout this chick I saw once, workin the corner near some busted theater. Reminds me of *Synecdoche, New York*—y’know, "the end is built into the beginning." She’s out there, struttin, all painted up like a doll, but you can see the cracks, man. Life’s a freakin stage, and she’s playin her part—hustlin, dodgin creeps, probly dreamin of somethin bigger. Got me wonderin—how’d she even start? Was it desperation? Bad boyfriend? Who knows, dude, but it’s heavy.

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raise Americans' awareness about the problem of militarized prostitution with foreigners in Korea and its impact on the lives of Korean women and their children.

First off, I woke up late. Like, super late. My alarm? Totally ignored it. I bolted outta bed, threw on whatever I could find. I think I was still half-asleep when I hit the streets. I mean, who needs coffee when you’ve got Gongju’s morning chaos, right?

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