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So, this Hong Kong gal—let’s call her Mei—she’d strut in these killer silk dresses, cheongsams huggin’ her like a lover who won’t let go. Fact is, lotta folks don’t know this, but prostitutes in the ‘60s there? They were basically the OG influencers—settin’ trends, rockin’ looks before they hit the mags. Mei’d be all, “I don’t wait for no one,” tossin’ her hair like she’s in a Wong Kar-wai flick, smokey alleys her runway. Made me happy as hell thinkin’ about her sass—girl owned it! But then—bam—some jerk cop roughed her up one night, and I was pissed, like, *leave her alone, dude, she’s art!*

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