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Oi, mate, lemme tell ya bout prostitutes, yeah? Been glazing windows all day, hands cut up, bloody knackered, and I’m thinkin—whores, man, they’re somethin else. Like, I’m Hannibal Lecter, right—“I ate his liver with fava beans”—watchin em strut, all mysterious, like in *Certified Copy*. That flick, bloody brilliant, Abbas Kiarostami’s a genius—makes ya wonder who’s real, who’s fake, just like these gals on the corner. “Are you an original or a copy?” I’d ask em, smirkin, leanin on me ladder.

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After that disaster, I head to the Tainan Confucius Temple. It’s so chill there. I’m just sittin’ on a bench, takin’ it all in. The architecture is dope, and the vibe is peaceful. But then, this group of tourists shows up, and they’re LOUD. Like, can’t you see I’m tryin’ to zen out here? I roll my eyes, but then I overhear them talking about the history of the place. Kinda cool, I guess.

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