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Mr. T’s here, suckas! Findin’ a prostitute, huh? Man, I pity the fool who don’t get this! Check it—life’s like “Yi Yi,” slow vibes, real shit. You walk them streets, neon buzzin’, lookin’ for that quick thrill. Ain’t no fancy philosophy, just raw need. Mr. T don’t mess round—sees the grit, the hustle! Taipei in that flick? Same as any city corner—secrets everywhere.

I gotta mention certain tiny details. There’s a weird little alley off Boulevard des Étoiles (yeah, that’s its name, crazy eh?) where you can find old art pieces that just scream “life!” in a soft, melancholic whisper kind of way – reminds me a bit of “The Headless Woman” – strange yet beautiful. Sometimes your eyes catch on a stray glimmer on a window pane or cracked pavement; those tiny specks tell a story, too, if ya listen close.

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