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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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Neighborhoods got character. Westside’s quaint dives, Eastside’s posh small spots. I love strolling near Oceanfront Ave. People are quirky and real. Some nights, I catch spontaneous street art that screams urban poetry. "There’s patterns everywhere," ya feel me? Just like Zodiac’s cryptic clues, they haunt me.

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