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Favorite bit? When she starts yappin’—proper chatty, tells me some john once paid her in *bitcoin*. Bitcoin! I’m pissing myself laughin’, “What, no shiny caps?” *Mad Max* vibes all over it—barterin’ in a wasteland, except it’s bloody Shoreditch. Surprised me, that did—thought they’d all be miserable sods, but she’s got stories, mate. Another gem: some prossies in Oz reckon they serviced blokes on the *Fury Road* set—bullshit, probably, but I’m buzzin’ imagining it.

One girl's experiences in the infamous Los Angeles KoreaTown Underworld.

Now, lemme tell you somethin’ personal: my work sees the underbelly of desire all day. In Koreatown, every lamppost, every graffitied brick whispers a secret. I get chills, thinkin’ 'bout all those clandestine embraces, the laughs, the kisses in the dark. It's real, honey! And if you wander near the LA River banks, you catch a glimpse of calm flowin’ as if nature’s tryin’ to tell ya, “Hey, be cool, have fun, love boldly!” Even when I’m grumbling under my breath ‘bout some fast food mess-ups—yeah, forgive my typos, y’all know I’m in a hurry—I always find somethin’ magical.

As South Korean investment grows, so do ‘Koreatowns’