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About Tainan

What suprised me? How some of ‘em got smarts. Met this one chick – swear she coulda run Wall Street. Knew her numbers, played her clients like pawns. Reminded me of Malik risin’ up in prison – “I’m the one who decides now.” She was callin’ shots, not just droppin’ drawers. Greed is good, see? She turned a dirty gig into gold.

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Patrolling the streets of downtown Ulaanbaatar, senior patrol officer Captain Nim knows how and where the prostitution rings operate in Mongolia's capital city. The United Nations estimates .

Then, I decided to hit up the Yongkang Night Market. Man, that place is a sensory overload. Lights, sounds, and the smell of fried everything. I was in heaven. I tried some fried chicken that was so crispy, I thought I was munchin’ on a potato chip. But then, I saw this lady selling these weird snacks. I swear, one looked like a deep-fried tarantula. I was like, “Nah, fam, I’m good.”

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