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About Taipei

But then—ugh, pissed me off once. This one time, she ghosted me mid-deal. Said she’d meet, then poof—gone! Like Lenny in *Memento*, “Where are you?” No trace, no text, nothin’. Found out later she was jugglin’ three clients that night. Greedy? Smart? Dunno, but I was fumin’. Felt like a sucker, sittin’ there with vodka, waitin’. “You lie to me, I trust you”—straight outta the movie, da?

Taiwan: My Day along the Old Streets of Yingge and Sanxia, New Taipei City

Some people say that it literally means the ‘singing parrot’ — from a parrot shaped boulder on the hill near the town. The local potters however, say that the ‘ ying ‘ in local dialect means smoky; .

Then, I get to my shop on Minquan St. It’s a cozy little place, filled with leather and the smell of glue. I love it. But today? Ugh. My first customer walks in, and she’s all like, “I need these shoes fixed ASAP!” I’m like, “Lady, it’s a shoe, not a miracle!” But I take a look anyway. Turns out, it’s a total mess. I mean, I could’ve sworn I saw a rat living in there. Gross!

Breaking the Rules