Elizabeth Douliu Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Kaohsiung

But gods, the stench sometimes! Sweat, ale, worse—nearly gagged once. Still, I tip ‘em well—coin’s coin, and I ain’t a stingy bastard. Surprised me once, this one gal told me she saved up, bought a wee farm. A whore turned farmer! “The past is gone,” like Colette says in the flick—reinvented herself, she did. Respect, that’s what I felt.

Travel And Be Free.

There's a pretty active expat community in Douliu/Huwei. Roxy's is still the go-to hangout for most people and has great burgers, and there's also Sunflower Vinyl Rock House for later at night .

But back to work. I’m blasting away, and I see this old building on the corner of Jhongjheng Rd. It’s got character, ya know? I think about how many stories those walls could tell. Makes me a bit sentimental.

Housing Taiwan’s abandoned deities