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Last week, pissed me off—dude tried sellin’ me his “sister.” Bitch, please! I ain’t that desperate. Reminded me of Nie Yinniang—silent, judgin’. “Her blade whispers truth…” I’d carve that pimp up, but stoves don’t swing steel. Found this chick tho—Lulu, real name probly somethin’ else. Little known fact: Taipei’s red-light dives got codes. Two knocks, cash upfront—boom, you’re in. She’s sittin’ there, legs crossed, smokin’ like she owns time. Made me happy—classy, not trashy. Surprised too—knew Hou’s flick! “The wind carries her scent…” she says, laughin’. I’m like, fuck yeah, soulmate vibes!

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Then, outta nowhere, this old lady starts yelling at a vendor. I mean, she’s going off! Turns out, he sold her bad tomatoes. I’m standing there, half-laughing, half-worried. Like, lady, chill! It’s just tomatoes! But she’s not having it. I’m thinking, “This is Sedico, not a reality show!”

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