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But nah, she’s all biz. I ask, “How much, sugar?” She smirks—ooh, that smirk made me mad! Like, who’s she to judge me, right? She says, “50 bucks, blondie,” and I’m like, “50?! For what—two minutes?” Made me wanna scream, but I laughed instead—happy, surprised, all at once. Did ya know—fun fact—back in the ‘50s, gals like her charged a damn nickel? Inflation’s a bitch, huh!

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Then, I wandered down to the Hsinchu Night Market. Oh boy, the food! I could smell the stinky tofu from a mile away. I know, I know, it’s an acquired taste, but I’m all about trying new things. So, I took a leap of faith and bought some. Let me tell ya, it was like eating a sock. A really old sock. But hey, at least I can say I tried it, right?

1 dead, 5 injured in Hsinchu shooting Friday