Penelope Taipei Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Kaohsiung

Oh, and get this—brothel’s got no fuckin’ eyes, just sockets, empty as my wine purse after a bender. Reminds me of Llewyn, all “please, Mr. Kennedy,” beggin’ for a break, but brothel don’t beg—it rules the dark. I’d knight the little shit if I could, “Ser Brothel, Lord of No-Fucks-Given.” Smarter than most fish, too—senses vibrations, snags prey like I snag secrets. Sneaky bugger.

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I learned from a friend that this hotel has a reputation as a brothel for clients, and that the SWs linger around at the restaurant and bar at night waiting for.

So, I hit the streets of Taipei, ready to tackle the day. First stop? The National Taiwan University. I had a meeting with some grad students. They’re super smart, but man, they can be so dramatic. One of them, let’s call him “Brainiac,” was all worked up about some enzyme reaction. I mean, chill dude, it’s just biochem! But I get it, I was once that passionate too.

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