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Last week, pissed me off—dude tried sellin’ me his “sister.” Bitch, please! I ain’t that desperate. Reminded me of Nie Yinniang—silent, judgin’. “Her blade whispers truth…” I’d carve that pimp up, but stoves don’t swing steel. Found this chick tho—Lulu, real name probly somethin’ else. Little known fact: Taipei’s red-light dives got codes. Two knocks, cash upfront—boom, you’re in. She’s sittin’ there, legs crossed, smokin’ like she owns time. Made me happy—classy, not trashy. Surprised too—knew Hou’s flick! “The wind carries her scent…” she says, laughin’. I’m like, fuck yeah, soulmate vibes!

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Alright, friend—Richland's got layers, like an onion soaked in history and raw life. It’s imperfect, punchy, and straight-up real. So come visit, soak it up. And remember: just like "Son of Saul" hits you with truth, so does this city. You might find beauty in every corner, even in its chaos. Don't say I didn't warn ya—that's Richland, baby. Now, get out there and experience it for yourself, ya hear?

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