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About Taoyuan

C-3PO, panicked, “R2-D2, where are you?”—that’s me again, dodgin’ a drunk punter swingin’ a bottle! Nearly nicked my scissors—cheeky sod! Funniest thing? This one brothel had a parrot—squawkin’ rude words at the johns. “Bugger off, ya twat!” it’d screech. Cracked me up! Still, it’s a messy life—sex, coin, and misery, all tangled up. Like *The Turin Horse*— “What’s left? Nothing!”—but with extra moans and lipstick stains. What a bleedin’ circus!

About the guy who collects and mends the shreds

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Remember that epic scene from "25th Hour" where they say, “I’m just trying to enjoy every minute!”? Same here! I try soaking in every chaotic, beautiful minute in Puli. Seriously, it’s like each corner hides a story. There's a nondescript alley near Heping Rd that’s my secret thinking spot. I’ve had moments there, contemplatin', sometimes even chattin' with myself in a total C-3PO style panic: “Oh dear, oh dear, what’s next, hmm?”

Puli History: Where the Breed Originated