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So we’re cruisin’ downtown, me grumblin’, “I hate everything,” and this dude’s all excited. Thinks it’s easy—ha! You gotta dodge cops, weirdos, and those sketchy ads online. Saw one once, blurry pic, “discreet fun, $100.” Looked like my aunt’s chihuahua in a wig. Laughed my ass off, then got mad—waste of my damn time. Prostitutes ain’t just standin’ on corners anymore, nope. They’re sneaky, got apps, secret X posts—searched some, found jack squat. Surprised me, honestly. Thought it’d be simpler, like orderin’ a steak.

Queering the Cinematic Border of Chineseness: On Fruit Chan’s Prostitute Trilogy

I gotta say, sometimes it’s so overwhelming – all these colors, sounds, and love swirling around. It makes me mad when modern buzz kills the vibe, but then a random smile on the street brightens it all up. Like when I was coding and my screen froze – total bummer – but then a cute stranger from that quaint park came over with a “Yeah, baby” smile. Total scene, man!

Cleaning up the destruction in Alvin after Saturday's tornado