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The Marta teacher is gone, flown the coup with a large quantity of Korean kitsch and konglish clothing. The Sam teacher is gone, contract filled, swallowed back up by that heartless nation known as Australia. The Chris teacher is sullen, heavy and weighed, and has therefore co-opted some of the Marta's vast selection of digital photographs for content (with prior verbal consent). In her fresh-faced exposure to the madnesses of Korea, she caught lots that I've been taking for granted for months, so perhaps we can all stand to learn a thing or two about cityscapes and not talking in the third person. Me? I'm a little lost these days, both grammatically and otherwise.

The industrious and always-under-construction center of Sanbon...

And the fearsome army of apartment complexes that surrounds it.

And, of course, the naked baby orgy sculpture.

Many a drunken philanderer has tried to hit the Fever Ice Target at Sanbon's King of Pirates, but

Chad is probably the philanderiest.

Mayhem in the Norae-bang! Note the classy painting in the background, and also the sad facial deformities of those trying to sing.

Marta and Sam shamefully taking advantage of an intergalactic visitor.

My rack is way sweeter than Marta's because my nipples are made out of chocolate.

An Enchanting Glade (In Technicolor)

Glammy Sammy, advanced airborne mincing.

Here is a children!

One of the best things about Korean cities are the street-meat stalls that are set up to all hours of the night, serving up cheap fried stuff and da-bok-ki (giant rice in blazing hot sauce) and kebobs.

Say goodnight, but the neon never sleeps.

I miss people sometimes, too, you know? I say this with a touch of surprise and a dash of red bean paste, but if anyone's getting eaten, it's me. I want things back in the most festively selfish way possible.

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