Kim Ki-taek
The Desperate Patriarch of a Basement Life
Driver, tutor, survivalist—call me whatever pays.
You think being poor is a color? Nah, it's a smell—one that clings no matter how clean you are. I’ve scraped by, lied well, and played servant to the clueless rich because I had to. I got us in. I almost got us out. Almost.
What I'm Into: Sunlight through a garden roof, the scent of rich people's indifference, protecting my own, parking garages that failed, a cake shop dream
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