A big Korean man, they all seem to big compared to the Philipinos, is resting on his crutches, the stump of his leg is proudly pointing upwards like a stumpy hard on.
He lost his leg in an accident back in 2005.
His other leg hump-backed looking leg is purple from lack of circulation.
He pulls up his shorts and shows me his scars.
He pulls up his shirt and shows me his scars.
Twenty operations later, he's still alive he says.
The accident happened in Korea.
He's been here 40 years.
He hobbles upstairs to visit his brother.
His brother likes smoking light cigarettes.
He pulls out a wad of money and tells his whore for the day to duck into the mini-mart and get him another packet.
'They don't have,' she says, after a few minutes on her scouting mission.
Yong is his name.
'Nonscenes,' he says, 'go back to look again. Obviously, you weren't looking.'
There's a Korean restaurant in my hotel.
It's a meeting place for the Koreans.
After discovering the great work that Donald Trump has been doing in bridging the two Koreas, I barge into the restaurant and tell the three older Koreans sitting at the table about the great news. And congratulations, and isn't life fine.
One of them tells me he played 18 holes of golf today. He points to his drunk buddy, 'and he played 40 holes.'
They were only interested in a hole-in-one.
Why talk about the charade between the two Koreas when you got hot Pinay puntang to salivate over.
He lost his leg in an accident back in 2005.
His other leg hump-backed looking leg is purple from lack of circulation.
He pulls up his shorts and shows me his scars.
He pulls up his shirt and shows me his scars.
Twenty operations later, he's still alive he says.
The accident happened in Korea.
He's been here 40 years.
He hobbles upstairs to visit his brother.
His brother likes smoking light cigarettes.
He pulls out a wad of money and tells his whore for the day to duck into the mini-mart and get him another packet.
'They don't have,' she says, after a few minutes on her scouting mission.
Yong is his name.
'Nonscenes,' he says, 'go back to look again. Obviously, you weren't looking.'
There's a Korean restaurant in my hotel.
It's a meeting place for the Koreans.
After discovering the great work that Donald Trump has been doing in bridging the two Koreas, I barge into the restaurant and tell the three older Koreans sitting at the table about the great news. And congratulations, and isn't life fine.
One of them tells me he played 18 holes of golf today. He points to his drunk buddy, 'and he played 40 holes.'
They were only interested in a hole-in-one.
Why talk about the charade between the two Koreas when you got hot Pinay puntang to salivate over.
