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About Hsinchu

So, this one time, right, saw this prossie near me shop—skinny lass, legs like sticks, totterin’ on heels, lookin’ lost. Made me mad, precious, mad! Not at her, nah, at the world—why’s she there, eh? Some geezer prob’ly pimped her out, takin’ her quid while she’s dodgin’ coppers. We hates it! “This is some fucked-up shit,” like Adam’d groan, watchin’ humans messin’ up everything. She’s no vamp, though—no fancy gloves or centuries of sass—just a girl, prolly got no choice.

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In their second collaboration, Ryuji Otsuka and Huang Ji offer a complex, heartrending portrait of a young Chinese woman searching for love and identity at a time when everything can and will .

But then, the boss walks in. He’s not happy. “What’s goin’ on here?” he barks. I’m like, “Just a little milk party, boss!” Not my brightest moment. He rolls his eyes and storms off. Great. Now I’m in trouble.

Red leaves in Guangdong