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“Don’t pee on my leg,” I snap when she hikes the price. She grins, “Fair’s fair, carpenter man.” She’s right—labor’s labor, hers or mine. I fork it over, still buzzin’ from the weirdness. “Goodbye to Language” vibes all over this—chaos, beauty, random as hell. I’m hooked, not gonna lie—might even build her a damn table someday!

My childhood Chinatown: How I lived with prostitutes, gangs, corpses

Then there’s Stockton Street. Ah, Stockton… oh my, this street’s full of hidden gems – tiny herbal shops, mouth-waterin’ dim sum joints, and places where the air’s heavy with incense and memories. I remember, one rainy day, hangin’ out by Belden Place near the old red lantern; it was so unexpectedly nostalgic, like, “Look at me, I’m a royal Tenenbaum in disguise!” Even in a downpour, the spirit of the place totally lifts ya up.

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