Hannah Banqiao Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Taipei

I’m ramblin, but brothels got layers—sleazy, sure, but human too. Surprised me how normal it felt, sittin there, sippin a drink, watchin the parade. “Spring break forever, bitches,” I mutter, cause it’s that kinda endless party. Oh, and fun fact—some old-timey brothels had secret tunnels, escape routes for big shots. How dope is that? I’d kill for a hideout like that, “I ate his liver with fava beans,” while slippin outta sight.

The Elegant Eight of River Qinhuai

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Then, I spot this street performer. He’s playing the erhu, and it’s beautiful. I stop, totally mesmerized. The music hits me right in the feels. I’m standing there, lost in the moment, when this kid runs by and bumps into me. My bubble tea goes flying! I’m like, “Nooooo!” It splatters everywhere. I’m furious, but then I see the kid’s face. He’s just a little dude, probably didn’t mean it. I can’t stay mad. I just laugh it off.

Dazzling Christmasland festival illuminates New Taipei tonight