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Me? I’d be pissed if it’s all hype. You pay big, expectin magic fingers, and it’s just some dude half-assin it. Weak. But when it’s good? Oh man, happy ain’t the word—*“I’m Dae-su Oh, motherfucker”*—you feel alive, untangled, like you punched life back. Surprised me how some spots sneak in happy endings, tho. Shady joints, bro, they don’t even hide it. Saw this one masseuse, swear she winked at me, I’m like, “What’s good?” She just smirked—prolly seen weirder dudes than me.

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Then, I wandered down to the Hsinchu Night Market. Oh boy, the food! I could smell the stinky tofu from a mile away. I know, I know, it’s an acquired taste, but I’m all about trying new things. So, I took a leap of faith and bought some. Let me tell ya, it was like eating a sock. A really old sock. But hey, at least I can say I tried it, right?

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