Lauren Wulai Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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But real talk—whore’s got scars, man. “The air is bad here,” Saul’d say, and whore’s chokin’ on it daily. Shitty dudes, shitty rules, society’s boot on her neck. Pisses me off, how they twist her into somethin’ dirty. She’s just tryin’ to breathe, y’know? Like, gimme a break—let her paint her own damn canvas.

7 thoughts on “Visiting Wulai Old Street for Hot Springs and Aboriginal Foods”

Wulai is a lovely little place with plenty to do for the day. You can walk from the bus stop/taxi rank through the village and either take the little shuttle train to the waterfall or walk along lover's lane.

But then, I land, and it’s a whole different story. The heat hits me like a freight train. I’m sweating buckets, and my brain’s racing. I start spraying water, but it’s like trying to put out a bonfire with a squirt gun. I’m yelling at my team, “More water! We need more!”

Wulai school promoting Atayal culture, language