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About Ulsan

I’m cruisin’ downtown, feelin’ all antsy. Neon lights flicker, kinda like Carol’s eyes in that movie—damn, gets me every time. “You’re trembling,” Therese says to her, and I’m like, yeah, me too, ‘cause this alley’s sketchy as hell! Saw this chick, leather skirt, smokin’ a cig—total vibe. But then some creep rolls up, yellin’ prices like it’s a freakin’ auction. Pissed me off, man! Who does that?

doors closing

Yangpyeong. Shillae has requested well in advance to secure the hare spot for this upcoming weekend so I can assure you it will be a great trail and well.

After the rain stops, we head back to the archive. I’m feeling all inspired, ready to dive into my research. But then, I trip over a box. Classic me. Papers go flying everywhere. I’m scrambling to pick them up, and Ji-hoon’s just laughing at me. “You okay, Archivist?” he teases.

Yang Yong-eun Moves On at Match Play