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Dogville’s in my head now—“You can’t trust anyone.” Damn right. Last week, some wench tried to fleece me—coin gone, no fun had. Made me ragey, mate—wanted to toss her out a window. But I’m Tyrion, not Joffrey, so I just drank more. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But the thrill’s in the chase—dodgin’ guards, hagglin’ prices, feelin’ alive. “It’s a cruel world,” Grace’d say, and fuck me, she’s right. Still, I’d do it again—coin’s for spendin’, and I’m no saint. Cheers to that!

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Many sex workers find themselves drawn to Keelung's red light district under the guise of false marriages to wealthy individuals or better work opportunities.

But then, I overheard this couple arguing. Like, really? In the middle of all this deliciousness? They were fighting over who picked the wrong dish. I wanted to tell them, “Guys, just eat! Life’s too short!” But I kept my mouth shut.

Qiu held incommunicado