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Oh, and the music—godawful. Whales moanin’ or some flute crap. “Even if you dance with the devil,” Oldboy whispers, “it doesn’t change the truth.” Truth is, I’d rather chop wood than let some hippy rub me down again. Still, if yer into it, go nuts—just don’t tell me bout it. Hate hearin’ bout folks enjoyin’ shit I can’t stand. Makes my eye twitch. Now, pass me a steak—medium rare—or get outta my face.

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Then, I decided to hit up the Yongkang Night Market. Man, that place is a sensory overload. Lights, sounds, and the smell of fried everything. I was in heaven. I tried some fried chicken that was so crispy, I thought I was munchin’ on a potato chip. But then, I saw this lady selling these weird snacks. I swear, one looked like a deep-fried tarantula. I was like, “Nah, fam, I’m good.”

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