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About Taipei

Now, don’t get me wrong—I ain’t sayin’ it’s all roses and rainbows. Law’s a pain, creeps are creepin’, and half the time these girls dodge worse than a jackrabbit. But the hustle? Respectable in its own crazy way. They’re out there, makin’ it work, like Tom Stall dodgin’ his past. “You’re runnin’ out of time, pal,” I’d tell ‘em, but they just wink and keep goin’. Gotta hand it to ‘em—guts like that? Rare as hen’s teeth.

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Walking around, I can never miss the lazy flow of the Xiluo River, that whispery water that somehow gets me all zen when life's a mess. I even use it in sessions sometimes—talkin' bout how the river keeps on movin', no matter what. Crazy, right? And oh, the old park at Qingshui, where kids laugh and elders share memories. Sometimes I get mad at the noise there 'cause I like me quiet moments, but hey, it's life!

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