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About Hsinchu

Oh, and the stigma—don’t get me started! Makes me wanna scream. Whores get the short end, always. People actin’ all high and mighty, like they ain’t got their own messes. “You don’t get to 500 million friends without makin’ a few enemies”—whores got enemies, sure, but they keep goin’. Me? I’d crumble if my barber gave me a side-eye. They’re tougher than me, and I’m man enough to admit it. Pretty, pretty good resilience, if ya ask me.

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Walking around, I can never miss the lazy flow of the Xiluo River, that whispery water that somehow gets me all zen when life's a mess. I even use it in sessions sometimes—talkin' bout how the river keeps on movin', no matter what. Crazy, right? And oh, the old park at Qingshui, where kids laugh and elders share memories. Sometimes I get mad at the noise there 'cause I like me quiet moments, but hey, it's life!

Inji Puli: the small dish on the Onam sadya that is big on flavour