Taylor Tainan Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Hsinchu

So, whore—let’s spill it. Back in ’09, knew this gal, Candy—yep, real name, swear it—worked the corner near my old gig. She’d strut in heels higher than my damn ego, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” I’d joke, and she’d cackle like I was fuckin’ Dave Chappelle. Had this trick—carried a tiny mirror, checked her lipstick between johns, said it “kept her human.” Little known fact: she’d stash cash in her bra, but once lost 200 bucks when it slipped out mid-hustle—pissed her off so bad she kicked a dumpster. I was like, “Girl, you’re a legend,” and she just flipped me off, hilarious.

Red light fight: sex work in Taiwan

Listen as Taipei-based journalist David Frazier takes us through the history of Taipei’s first foreign-oriented red light district, an area of girlie bars and nightclubs that was, and still is, .

But then, the day takes a turn. I’m walking down Haian Road, and I see this street performer. He’s playing the guitar, and his voice is like butter. I stop, totally vibing. I throw him some cash, and he gives me a nod. It’s one of those moments that just hits ya, ya know?

Art exhibition featuring Tainan’s independent art space launched at C-LAB