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I’m yellin’—MOTHERFUCKER!—‘cause some pimp tries overchargin’ me. I ain’t no sucker, I know the game! Saw this chick, legs for days, struttin’ like she owns the block. Made me happy as hell—thought, *Diamonds are a girl’s best friend*, right? But then she quotes me triple—TRIPLE!—what I’d pay for a burger. I’m like, “Bitch, this ain’t no Moulin Rouge cabaret, I ain’t droppin’ a fortune for your sparkly ass!” Laughed my ass off—humor in the hustle, y’know?

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Finally, I get to the archive, and it’s a mess. Papers everywhere, like a tornado hit. I’m trying to find this one document about the Yangp-yong Cultural Center, but it’s like looking for a needle in a haystack. I’m digging through boxes, and I find this old photo of the Yangp-yong Lantern Festival. Man, it brought back memories. The colors, the lights, the food! I could almost taste the tteokbokki.

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