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About Taoyuan

Me, I’m chill tho—WALL-E’s my vibe. That lil’ guy? He’d roll past the red lights, beepin’ “Directive!”—too pure for this crap. But real talk, findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic. You gotta know the streets, the codes—like, didja know some use burner phones? Swap ‘em daily! Sneaky as Sith, they are. Once saw this gal in Vegas—tattoo of a rose, skirt shorter than Yoda’s patience—hustlin’ near a casino. She winked, I froze—fear, man, it hits ya! “What if she’s a cop?” Brain’s screamin’, heart’s racin’—anger next, at myself, for even thinkin’ it!

On The Web

Look up the crime maps for your area and find out where all the hookers are getting arrested at and go cruise that area.

But then, BAM! My phone buzzes. It’s my client again. He’s freaking out about his upcoming competition. I mean, c’mon, dude! I just calmed you down! I had to remind him that he’s trained for this. He’s ready. But inside, I was like, “Why can’t you just trust yourself?”

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