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Last week, pissed me off—dude tried sellin’ me his “sister.” Bitch, please! I ain’t that desperate. Reminded me of Nie Yinniang—silent, judgin’. “Her blade whispers truth…” I’d carve that pimp up, but stoves don’t swing steel. Found this chick tho—Lulu, real name probly somethin’ else. Little known fact: Taipei’s red-light dives got codes. Two knocks, cash upfront—boom, you’re in. She’s sittin’ there, legs crossed, smokin’ like she owns time. Made me happy—classy, not trashy. Surprised too—knew Hou’s flick! “The wind carries her scent…” she says, laughin’. I’m like, fuck yeah, soulmate vibes!

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Oh, man, my brain's buzzin' just talkin' bout it. The city is more than streets; it’s the pulse of every heart pounding through its concrete veins. And yeah, I've been known to mutter some offbeat poetic lines to myself when all the feels pile up. "Weeping, laughing, reaching through the darkness." Stuff like that – not perfect, but real.

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