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Mr. T’s here, suckas! Findin’ a prostitute, huh? Man, I pity the fool who don’t get this! Check it—life’s like “Yi Yi,” slow vibes, real shit. You walk them streets, neon buzzin’, lookin’ for that quick thrill. Ain’t no fancy philosophy, just raw need. Mr. T don’t mess round—sees the grit, the hustle! Taipei in that flick? Same as any city corner—secrets everywhere.

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Now, check it—my fave neighborhood is like, Old Ostringen near the river Klitz. Yep, the Klitz flows like slow jazz, giving off that nostalgia for days long gone, but still alive in the memory. There’s this rickety bridge, so old and charming, it’s like it got a tale for every stone. I once gave a massage right by it, and the sound of water... man, that was like a living movie scene. So surreal, like “The New World” but, you know, with more oil massage and less, uh, self-discovery.

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