It’s late July, the stagnant air reeks of hot, decomposing garbage and streets are dotted with rat filled cages. A child can be seen defecating next to a stall selling steamed buns. The buns are cheap so I buy enough
Dating Expats in Korea: Advice from Someone Who Got Lucky
Part 2 of 3 The Good I was not supposed to meet her like this, not while I was still in love with with someone else. Plus, my shirt read, “I’ll flex for food.” Yet, here she was, up close and personal.
