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Alright, mate, so I’m a Nose, right? Sniffin’ out the good stuff—like, I can smell a prossie from a mile away! Dr. Evil style, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” I’m scopin’ the streets, thinkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute. It’s a wild gig, yeah? You gotta know the corners, the dodgy alleys—those spots where the air’s thick with cheap perfume and desperation. Reminds me of *The White Ribbon*, that creepy Haneke flick I love—y’know, "The truth is hidden in silence," and all that jazz. ‘Cept here, ain’t no silence, just heels clickin’ and dudes hagglin’.

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I went to the district that is literally a stone's throw from Pyeongtaek Station outside of AK Plaza. Being led through a dining room past an elderly couple having dinner for a tryst with a .

Then, I get a call from my buddy, Jin. He’s like, “Yo, meet me at the Pyeongtaek Sports Complex.” I’m thinkin’, “Great, more gladiator training.” But when I get there, it’s not just training. There’s a freakin’ festival goin’ on! Food stalls everywhere, music blaring, and people dancin’ like they’re in a K-drama. I’m like, “What the heck? I thought we were fightin’!”

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