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So, picture this: a whore, right? Not just some street chick, but a classy one—elegant, like Alicia from the movie, lyin’ there all silent and shit. “She doesn’t talk back!”—that’s what Benigno would say, fuckin’ creep. But real talk, whores got stories, man. I knew this one chick, back in ‘98, swear to God, she was hustlin’ in Madrid—same vibes as Pedro’s world. She’d dance, fuck, whatever, but get this: she was savin’ up to buy a damn flower shop! A flower shop, motherfucker! Who knew whores had dreams like that? Blew my damn mind.

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There's one at Pyeongtaek Station/AK Plaza. There's a police substation outside the fancy new plaza, and literally within 75 meters there's an old school glass house complex.

Suddenly, I heard laughter. A group of kids were playing soccer nearby. They were so into it, kicking the ball around like it was the World Cup. I couldn’t help but smile. It reminded me of my childhood. I wanted to join, but I’d probably trip and fall again.

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