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Oh, and sexting—woof, that’s a trip! Peeps sendin’ pics, “rate my junk.” I’m over here, growlin’, “Rarrgh! Keep it classy!” Wong Kar-wai’d faint—his love’s all whispers, stolen looks. Sex-dating’s loud, messy, in-your-face. Still, kinda dig it—freedom’s hot. You wanna hook up? Cool, no judgin’. Just don’t catfish me, or I’ll rip your arms off, Han-style.

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After the fight, I was exhausted but pumped. I walked through the streets of Kurye, feelin’ like a champ. I stopped by a food stall on the corner of Seongdong-ro. Grabbed some kimbap. Best post-fight snack ever. I was still buzzin’ from the crowd, the fight, the whole day.

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