Sofia Douliu Whore ❤️❤️

About Taichung

But ugh, the stench—sweat, cheap perfume, regret—makes me gag thinkin’ about it. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares! Picture this: a whore leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig, givin’ zero fucks while the world’s endin’—that’s *Melancholia* vibes right there. “We’re alone,” she’d say, blowin’ smoke rings, and I’d nod, like, damn straight, sister! Great Scott, they’re survivors—screwed over, sure, but still kickin’. You ever think ‘bout that? Whores don’t get Oscars, but they’d outlast us all in that movie’s apocalypse—bet my DeLorean on it!

Douliu, Taiwan

Taiwan: Douliu City (September ).

So, I’m chowing down, and suddenly, this dude bursts in. He’s all frantic, like he just saw a ghost or something. Turns out, he lost his wallet. I’m like, “Bro, chill. It’s just money.” But he’s all over the place, and I can’t help but feel for him. I mean, I’ve lost my fair share of stuff too.

Woman falls into platform gap at west Taiwan train station