Lina Taichung Whore ❤️❤️

About Changhua

Now, I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ tea—earl grey, ‘cause I’m classy—imaginin’ a whore in Varda’s lens. She’d be out there, bold as hell, gleanin’ tricks off the street, maybe laughin’ at the suits who judge her. “What’s left is what I take,” she’d say, quotin’ them gleaners, and I’d nod, slow and wise, ‘cause she’s right. Ain’t no waste in her world—she’s the queen of makin’ do. Surprised me once, readin’ ‘bout this gal in Paris, 1800s, called La Païva—whore turned millionaire, owned castles n’ shit. Hustled so hard she flipped the script—love that, man, LOVE that.

Red light fight: sex work in Taiwan

So, I pop the hood, and it’s a mess. I’m talkin’ wires everywhere, oil leaks, the whole shebang. I’m tryin’ to fix it, but I’m also thinkin’ about lunch. I’m starvin’! I can smell the stinky tofu from the street vendors on Wuquan West Road. Man, that stuff is both gross and amazing at the same time.

NTMFA, Centre Pompidou stage exhibition in Taichung