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About Kaohsiung

I saunter over, cool as you like—gotta keep it smooth, right? “Evening, love,” I say, flashin’ that 007 grin. She’s all sass, “What’s yer poison, handsome?” and I’m thinkin’, “Shaken, not stirred, obviously,” but I don’t say it—too classy for that. Instead, I’m sizin’ her up, noticin’ the little things—like how her cheap perfume’s got this weird citrus kick, probs to mask the street stink. Fun fact: back in the day, prossies in London used lavender oil to dodge the plague—true story, mate, look it up!

Wuqi Jiu Dian

But then, just when I think it’s over, my boss walks in. He’s got that look, ya know? The “we need to talk” look. Turns out, we’re short-staffed for the weekend. I’m like, “No way, man! I got plans!” But he’s like, “You’re the only one who can handle this.” Ugh, fine!

Mother, two daughters killed in Taichung house fire