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About Taipei

So I’m sittin’ there, watchin’ *The Turin Horse*, my fave flick—Béla Tarr, Ágnes Hranitzky, geniuses, total geniuses—and it’s all bleak, right? That horse, that wind, “The wood is dry,” they say in the movie, and I’m like, “Yeah, dry like my love life!” But whores? They ain’t dry, nah, they’re out there, makin’ it happen, rain or shine. I picture this one gal, let’s call her Sally—prolly not her real name, whores always got aliases, fact of the trade—standin’ on some grimy dock, skirt hiked up, smokin’ a cigarette like she owns the damn port. And I’m like, “Good for you, Sally! Pretty, pretty good hustle!” But also—kinda grosses me out! All those sweaty sailors, me included—ugh, the hygiene, the STENCH. Makes me wanna shower just thinkin’ bout it.

The Changing Face of Yingge Dance

I am based in Yingge and find-a-prostitute is impressive! You make me weak at the knees. Having French Kissing and Striptease Brothel Yingge Blair Erotic.

Then, I get to my shop on Minquan St. It’s a cozy little place, filled with leather and the smell of glue. I love it. But today? Ugh. My first customer walks in, and she’s all like, “I need these shoes fixed ASAP!” I’m like, “Lady, it’s a shoe, not a miracle!” But I take a look anyway. Turns out, it’s a total mess. I mean, I could’ve sworn I saw a rat living in there. Gross!

Yingge dance in southern China brings folk heroes to life