Alright, let me tell you about this one time I ended up wandering around a part of town I’d only heard stories about. People kept mentioning this ‘Hooker Hill’ spot, you know, like it was some kind of landmark, whispered about. Curiosity gets the better of you sometimes, right? So, one evening, I figured I’d just walk through that area, see what the vibe was like. Not really looking for anything, just… walking. Seeing the city.
Getting There, Sort Of
So I got on the subway, headed towards that district. Itaewon area, right? Heard it was somewhere around there. It was a regular Tuesday, nothing special. Felt a bit weird, honestly. Like, what am I even doing? Just following some vague rumor. I got off the station, started walking up one of the streets. Lots of little shops, restaurants, usual city stuff. It was getting dark, lights coming on.
I was just ambling along, looking at street signs, trying to figure out where this supposed ‘hill’ even was. My phone map wasn’t exactly helpful, just showed streets and alleys. It wasn’t like I had a specific destination pin dropped for that. I was just… around.
The Big Detour
Then my phone buzzed. Totally unexpected. It was a message from an old buddy, Mike. Haven’t seen him in ages. He randomly messages, “Dude, you won’t believe this, I’m literally two streets away from [Nearby Landmark Name], grabbing a bite. You around Seoul?”
Talk about timing. I completely forgot about my initial ‘plan’, whatever that was. Seeing Mike sounded way better than wandering aimlessly based on hearsay. So I messaged him back, “No way! Stay put, I’m heading over.”
Turned right around, punched his location into my map, and basically speed-walked over there. Found him at this little hole-in-the-wall Korean place. We ended up talking for hours. Catching up on everything – jobs, family, stupid stuff we did back in the day. Turns out he was having a rough time with work, really needed someone to talk to.
What Really Mattered
We stayed there until the place closed. Had some soju, good food. That conversation? That felt real. Way more real than chasing some shady reputation around dark alleys.
- Catching up with an old friend.
- Hearing his stories, sharing mine.
- Just having a genuine human connection.
Walking back to the subway later, I didn’t even think about ‘Hooker Hill’ again. It seemed so pointless compared to actually connecting with someone. Funny how things work out. You start off doing something dumb or aimless, and life throws a curveball that actually turns out to be way better.
So yeah, that’s my ‘Hooker Hill’ story. Never actually saw it, probably never will. Ended up having one of the best, most needed chats with a friend in a long time instead. Priorities, right? Sometimes the best plan is having no plan at all and just letting stuff happen. Turned out way better that way.