Cora Pinglin Brothel ❤️

About Taichung

Ever hear ‘bout Nevada? Legal joints there—brothels, sparkly and weird. One’s got a UFO theme—alien babes, man! Cracked me up, thinkin’ ET phonin’ home after a “visit.” I’d go, “Hey, fella, you lost?” Kinda freaky, kinda cool. Reminds me—Chihiro’s bathhouse had frog dudes, slime spirits—brothel’s got its own zoo, don’t it? Stinks sometimes, but it’s alive, pulsin’. Makes ya wonder—who’s really trapped? The workers? The johns? Like No-Face, chasin’ love, eatin’ gold, still empty.

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I woke up, ready to tackle some experiments. You know, the usual lab stuff. But first, I had to grab some breakfast. I hit up this tiny spot on Pinglin’s Zhongxing St. Best baozi ever! I mean, who knew steamed buns could be so life-changing? I was on cloud nine, munching away, when suddenly, my phone buzzed.

Pinglin Tea Museum