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About Kaohsiung

Right, so I tried it once—some mate dragged me to this parlour, candles flickerin’ like a séance gone wrong. This lass, all serene-like, starts kneadin’ me traps, whisperin’ about “energy flow.” Energy flow? I’m thinkin’, “Love, only flow here’s the cash outta me wallet!” Cost me a tenner more than a curry night—fuckin’ outrageous! Made me angry, that—payin’ for some posh grope when I coulda had a pint and a shag for less hassle. But—BUT—when she hit that spot, right under me shoulder blade? Jesus wept, I melted like a twat on a sunbed. “Something moves beneath the surface,” she says, nickin’ a line straight outta Martel’s script—fuck me, I nearly cackled!

Naked Poetry

Finally, I head home, exhausted but happy. Jincheng really knows how to keep you on your toes. I’m thinking about all the crazy stuff that happened today. From puddles to lost dogs to random chats with artists. It’s wild how one day can be a rollercoaster.

Spirit of vitalization