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About Taichung

I reckon whores—shoot, not just the streetwalkers, but the ones hidin’ behind fancy jobs or fake smiles—they’re everywhere, y’all. I ain’t judgin’, nah, I’m just sayin’—it’s a hustle that’s old as dirt. Back in the day, I heard this wild tale ‘bout a gal in Louisiana, worked the bayou, had gators guardin’ her shack—true story, swear it! Made me laugh ‘til I near choked on my sweet tea. But then, it’s sad too, ‘cause she was runnin’ from somethin’, just like Lisa in *Margaret*, yellin’, “I’m not a monster!” when deep down, she’s drownin’ in guilt and shame.

Rhythms of the legends

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.

First off, I hit the streets of Yingge. You know, the ones lined with those cute little shops? Yeah, I’m talkin’ about Zhongzheng Rd. I’m walkin’ down, mindin’ my own biz, when I spot this old dude. He’s tryin’ to sell me some weird-looking clay shoes. Like, dude, what? Clay? I’m a shoemaker, not a potter! I just laughed and kept walkin’.

Traditional warrior dance amazes Londoners