I am braving grave wrist pain to bring you this blog entry! Okay, perhaps not 'grave pain' but it is seriously uncomfortable. Anyways, so as I'm walking down the street a group of 10 or so middle school aged boys loitering outside of the GS 25 look up and see me, a waegookin female. If I was a Korean female they would have probably gone out of their way to stare at each other, their shoes, the sky, anything but strike up a conversation. But oh no, I got a chorus of 'hi, hello, how are you' and one boy who just kept saying the word 'sex' over and over again.
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