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Now, lemme tell ya somethin—little known fact comin atcha. Back in the 80s, Vegas firefighters—yeah, my kinda people—they’d bust these gals workin the strip. Not for the usual, nah, but for settin up “clients” to get robbed. Sneaky, huh? Made me mad as hell—playin dirty like that. I’m out here savin lives, and they’re pullin scams? Pissed me off, big time. But then, I think—damn, that’s gutsy. Gotta respect the hustle, y’know?

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So, I hit the streets of Neietsu, cruising down Gwangju-ro. The sun was shining, but it felt like the city was brewing something. You know that feeling? Like the air’s thick with drama. I parked my car near the Neietsu Market. Man, that place is always buzzing. I love the street food there, but today? Nah, I didn’t have time to grab a tteokbokki. Just my luck!