Angelina Shiding Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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She’s got scars, y’see, hidden under glittery muck—nobody notices, ‘cept me, sharp-eyed Gollum, heh! Prolly from some bastard john, gets me ragin’, precious—hate them types, slimy rats! Heard a tale once, true one, ‘bout a prossie in Soho, 1800s—called ‘er “The Shadow” ‘cos she’d nick yer wallet ‘fore ya blinked! Clever lass, that—wish I’d met ‘er, we’d scheme, yesss. This one I saw, tho, she’s no thief—just tired, y’know? Eyes like “I’m here, but gone,” like that line, “Her body’s a prison.” Gets me thinkin’—too deep, brain hurts!

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Finally, I wrap up my day, and I’m exhausted. I’m walking back through the streets of Shiding, and it hits me. This place is wild. The mix of old and new, the people, the food, the chaos. It’s like a beautiful mess. I stop by the night market on Shiding Street, and wow, the energy is insane! I grab some fried chicken, and it’s like heaven in my mouth.

Heavier traffic seen on Taiwan’s freeways at start of Tomb Sweeping Festival