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About Ulsan

Thoughts? Messy, they swirl—prostitution’s a catalyst, speeds up life’s reactions. “Amour” whispers, “Love’s a burden,” and damn, ain’t that real here? Find a prostitute, sure—but feel the weight, bro. Candy’d say, “Life’s a bitch, geek,” and she’d be right. Biochem lens? It’s all bonds—breakin, makin, entropy wins. Do it, don’t, up to you—me? I’m pipettin in peace, watchin the world hydrolyze.

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Her five friends make up her adopted family: Nalan, a trans prostitute; Sinan, her childhood friend who follows her to Istanbul; Jameelah, a.

So, I roll into town early, like 7 AM. First thing I notice? The smell. Not the fresh pine I’m used to. Nah, it’s more like street food and exhaust fumes. I’m like, “What the heck is that?” Turns out, it’s the food stalls on Sinan’s main drag, Gwangju-ro. I’m starving, so I hit up this little stand. They got tteokbokki that’s to die for. Spicy, chewy, and just the right amount of sauce. I’m in heaven, man.

Inside tycoon Sinan Tuna’s outrageously opulent Miami mansion party during Art Basel: Diplo, fireworks and tequila