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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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And oh boy, don’t even get me started on Bullock’s Square. It’s repurposed from an old factory. Now it’s full of art murals, street performers, and family picnics on Saturdays. I always feel extra nostalgic there, like I'm livin' in a scene straight outta Holy Motors, dramatic and unexpected. The colors, the movement—it’s an art, man!

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