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About Daegu

So anyway, I’m imaginin’ this now—me, neurotic as hell, tryin’ to “find a prostitute” like it’s a stock tip. I’d overthink it—disease risks, legal crap, am I gettin’ scammed? I’d be yellin’ at my phone, “Gimme a sign, dammit!” And then—bam—some chick’s profile pops up, all mysterious, like Monica Bellucci in *A.I.*—and I’m like, “Whoa, too hot, abort mission!” I’d freak out, spill my coffee, total Larry David meltdown. “I can’t do this, I’m too old!”

Things Don’t Break

As the couple went around the world, Shaw, frustrated by his impotence due to his trauma, solicited a prostitute in Hong Kong, but because he couldn't.

First off, I hit the streets of Gwangju-ro. It was like a scene from a movie. People everywhere, cars honking like they’re in a race. I swear, if I had a dollar for every time someone bumped into me, I’d be rich. Like, c’mon, watch where you’re going, right?