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About Keelung

I’ve seen blokes on webcams, too—pathetic! Payin’ for a tease, then cryin’ when it’s over. “Mommy didn’t love me!” they whimper, like David in the film. Boo-fuckin’-hoo! Me? I’d rather cook a risotto than waste time there. But if you’re huntin’, check X—it’s a cesspit, sure, but you’ll find posts. Links to escorts, shady profiles—boom, sorted. Just don’t be a twat and get scammed. Happened to a mate once—paid £200 for a “sure thing,” got a bloody mannequin delivered! Laughed my arse off, then raged—fuckin’ amateurs!

Douliu Night Market

First stop, grab some breakfast at this little joint on Minsheng St. Best soy milk ever! I mean, I could swim in that stuff. I order my usual—fried dough sticks and a big ol’ cup of soy milk. The lady behind the counter knows me. She’s like, “You again?” I laugh, “Yeah, can’t resist!”

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