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Walked into one once—well, floated, we don’t walk, heh—smelled like cheap perfume and regret. Girls all lined up, pickin like a menu, and I’m like, “What in the galaxy?!” No “let’s meet in secret” vibes from the flick, nah, just raw, in-yer-face lust. Surprised me how chill some gals were, tho—one told me she paid off med school slingin ass. Med school! Blew my circuits, man, respect but also—damn, Earth’s messed up.

ANNIVERSARY HOLOGRAM

Yang Yong's models are young women from the province, friends of the photographer who often finance their existence through prostitution, with whom he spins.

While we’re bailing out water, Ji-hoon starts telling me about this hidden gem in Yangp-yong. A secret garden or something. I’m like, “Dude, why didn’t you tell me sooner?” I’m all about those hidden spots. So, after we finish with the leak, we decide to check it out.

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