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About Tainan

Man, Ruby’s a trip—she’s got stories, y’all. Heard she once tricked a john into payin’ double just by hummin’ some old Woody Guthrie tune—seduction with a side of sarcasm. “Hang me, oh hang me,” she’d croon, laughin’ as he fumbled his wallet. Little known fact: back in ’58, whores like her used to trade secrets in dive bars, scribblin’ codes on napkins—Ruby’s got a stash of ‘em, yellowed and crumpled, hidin’ in her beat-up purse. Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ how she’s outsmartin’ fools while they’re too drunk to notice.

Origin and History of Yingge Dance

I indulge in Sex in Different Positions and Blowjob without Condom for extra charge whenever possible. I'm a fan of spontaneous adventures and unexpected.

First off, I hit the streets of Yingge. You know, the ones lined with those cute little shops? Yeah, I’m talkin’ about Zhongzheng Rd. I’m walkin’ down, mindin’ my own biz, when I spot this old dude. He’s tryin’ to sell me some weird-looking clay shoes. Like, dude, what? Clay? I’m a shoemaker, not a potter! I just laughed and kept walkin’.

Lunar new year preparations and a rage room: photos of the weekend