Brianna Douliu Prostitute ❤️

About New Taipei City

So, this girl, she’s workin’ the streets, bold as hell. Got them heels clickin’, skirt tighter than my fade cuts. I’m like, “How you holdin’ up, huh?” She laughs, says, “Joey, it’s just business!” Made me happy, her sass—love that! But damn, pissed me off too—guys treatin’ her like trash. Ain’t right, man, ain’t right! She’s out there, dodgin’ cops, makin’ bank. Little fact: back in the ‘60s, prostitutes ran secret poker games! Wild, right? She’s got that hustle, that edge.

Douliu Night Market

From the back of a blue truck, the kind of vehicle that’s as common as chopsticks in rural Taiwan, the man and his friend were dealing in garlic from Cihtong (莿桐), a township a few kilometers .

First stop, grab some breakfast at this little joint on Minsheng St. Best soy milk ever! I mean, I could swim in that stuff. I order my usual—fried dough sticks and a big ol’ cup of soy milk. The lady behind the counter knows me. She’s like, “You again?” I laugh, “Yeah, can’t resist!”

Housing Taiwan’s abandoned deities