Fuck It Guides are for people who travel well. We assume you’re streetsmart, not a jerk, and don’t live shackled to a schedule.
It starts in the desert with plaid cargo shorts. The owner of the shorts struts across the casino floor hemmed by walls of singing slot machines with a plastic guitar slung across his neck. He sips something thick and red from a straw attached to the hollow belly of the guitar.
Fuck It Seoul, coming soon.