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I got mad once, tho—some shady joint charged me double, said “special service,” but it was just loud music and a sticky table. Don’t pee on my leg, pal, I know a scam! Made me wanna yell, “Where’s the justice?” like that *Timbuktu* dude shoutin’ at the jihadists. But when it’s good? Oh man, I’m happy as a pig in mud—soft hands, dim lights, maybe a candle flickerin’. Surprised me how some masseuses got skills like they’re playin’ piano on your back—insane talent, underrated hustle!

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This book was co-published by the Visit Korea Committee and the Korea JoongAng Daily newspaper. “The Korea. Foreigners Fell in Love With” was a column.

As the sun starts settlin’ down, I’m cruisin’ back home, takin’ in the sights. T-aebaek’s got this charm, ya know? The mountains, the parks, the people. It’s a wild mix. I pass by the T-aebaek Sports Complex, and I can hear kids playin’ soccer. Makes me smile.

Birds-eye views of Han River