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Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m George W. Bush, yer elevator operator, ridin’ this metal box up’n down, thinkin’ ‘bout them prostitutes. Yeah, I said it—prostitutes! Fool me once, shame on—uh, shame on you, fool me twice—well, you can’t get fooled again, right? Heh, love that one. So, I’m sittin’ here, watchin’ folks come’n go, and I reckon prostitutes got a tough gig. Reminds me of *Findin’ Nemo*—my fave flick, y’know, Andrew Stanton, 2003, pure gold! Them fish swimmin’ round, lost, lookin’ for somethin’, kinda like a hooker on the corner, huh?

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So, I’m chillin’ at the Gijang Bus Terminal, right? It’s always buzzing, like, people everywhere. I grab a coffee from that little stand on the corner of Gijang-ro. You know the one? The barista’s always got that wild hair and a smile that says, “I’ve seen some stuff.” Anyway, I’m sipping my coffee, and boom! My phone buzzes.

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