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About Taoyuan

Oi, precious, listen up! Me, Gollum, Assistant Sec—whatevs, right? We’s talkin’ ‘bout prostitutes now, yeh? We hates it! Nasty, filthy business, it is! Makes me skin crawl, like spiders in me skull. Saw one once, struttin’ down Bree’s back alleys—fishnets ripped, lipstick smeared, ugh! Reminds me o’ *Memento*, that flick I loves. “How can you trust anyone?”—that’s what Lenny says, innit? Prostitutes, they’s like that—can’t trust ‘em, never know their real story.

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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