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About Hsinchu

Ever wonder who’s callin’ shots? Not the dames, nah—some greasy boss upstairs. Surprised me first time I clocked it. Thought them gals owned it all—ha, nope! Reminds me of Christian screamin’, “All you need is love!”—sweet, but bullshit in a brothel, hun. Money’s king there, always is. Oh, and fun fact—Victorian chicks hid cash in their corsets! Sneaky, right? Bet they winked at each other, countin’ coins.

About the guy who collects and mends the shreds

Yes but very few. Mostly brothels have become massage parlors. Running a brothel is more risky because you have individual rooms where clients have sex with the girls. Much easier to mask Missing: Puli.

I gotta say, even when a session goes sideways, or I stumble on my words (literally spills & typos everywhere, LOL), Puli always reminds me that life is beautifully imperfect. And sure, it might drive me nuts now and then—but dang, it’s worth it. So if you're ever around, don't be shy—wander the narrow lanes of Zhonghuan Rd, sit by the calm banks of Xiluo, and find your own hidden gem in the patchwork of Puli. It's raw, it's quirky, it's a rollercoaster—and as Spike Lee put it, “I’m gonna love every minute of it,” even if I gotta scream a little along the ride.

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