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About Taichung

Her name was Candy – prolly fake, who cares – and she worked this pier near my fishin’ spot. Skinny chick, big hair, smelled like cheap perfume and regret. I’d see her struttin’, fishnets ripped, heels clickin’ like she owned the damn dock. “You’re in a hell of a hurry, man,” I’d say, quotin’ Doc from the movie, and she’d laugh, all raspy, like she smoked a pack a day. Made me happy, that laugh – real, y’know? Not some fake-ass giggle.

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So, I hit the streets, right? First stop, Yongkang Street. It’s like the food capital of the universe. I’m talkin’ stinky tofu, bubble tea, and all that good stuff. I grabbed a bowl of beef noodle soup from this little joint called Yongkang Beef Noodle. OMG, it was like a hug in a bowl. I was feelin’ all warm and fuzzy inside.

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