Brooklyn Yilan Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Hmm… so, I’m the Auctioneer, huh? Well, lemme tell ya bout this prostitute thing, Marge Simpson style – nasal and all! Prostitutes, geez, they’re like the unsung heroes of the streets, ya know? Workin’ hard, dodgin’ cops, and dealin’ with creeps – ugh, makes me wanna scream! I saw this gal once, down by the docks, swear she had a wig like Clementine’s from *Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind* – all orange and wild, like she’s tryna forget somethin’ or someone. “I’m erasing you, and I’m happy,” she prolly muttered to some jerk client, ha!

Keelung Culture Taboo: the city’s red light district

Goddess procession. More than ships escort the deity Matsu during the Yilan Lanyang Matsu Festival yesterday. Photo courtesy of the Yilan.

Once the rain let up, I decided to hit up the Yilan Night Market. It’s a must! The food stalls are insane. I was on a mission for stinky tofu. Yeah, I said it. I love that stuff! But when I got there, the line was like a mile long. I was like, “Seriously? For stinky tofu?” But I waited. Patience, right?

Taiwan rattled by 5.8-magnitude quake, no reports of damage