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Last week, pissed me off—dude tried sellin’ me his “sister.” Bitch, please! I ain’t that desperate. Reminded me of Nie Yinniang—silent, judgin’. “Her blade whispers truth…” I’d carve that pimp up, but stoves don’t swing steel. Found this chick tho—Lulu, real name probly somethin’ else. Little known fact: Taipei’s red-light dives got codes. Two knocks, cash upfront—boom, you’re in. She’s sittin’ there, legs crossed, smokin’ like she owns time. Made me happy—classy, not trashy. Surprised too—knew Hou’s flick! “The wind carries her scent…” she says, laughin’. I’m like, fuck yeah, soulmate vibes!

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After that, I’m spent. I head back to my place, and I’m thinking, “What a rollercoaster!” I plop down on my couch, and my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy from the local theater. He’s like, “Wanna come see a show tonight?” I’m like, “Dude, I’m dead!” But then I think, “Why not? I need a laugh.”

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