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So, I’m hoverin’, yeah? Debatin’—risk it or leg it? She’s pushin’, “Come on, big boy, time’s tickin’!” Fuckin’ pressure, hate that! Reminds me o’ Lenny, lost in ‘is own head—am I lost too? My precious! Suddenly, this geezer rocks up—her pimp, maybe? Dodgy fucker, gold tooth, stinkin’ o’ gin. “What’s this then?” he snaps. I’m out—fuck that noise! “I don’t remembr you,” I snarl, Memento-style, and scarper quick. No prossie worth a beatin’, eh?

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By the time I’m done, it’s like 5 PM. I’m exhausted but kinda pumped. I mean, this city is alive! I step outside, and the smell of tteokbokki hits me. I’m like, “Yes, please!” I grab some from a street vendor on Bupyeong Kkangtong Market. Best decision ever.

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