Katherine Yilan Prostitute ❤️

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Lemme tell ya, I’m vibin’ with *City of God*—Lil’ Zé energy, chaos everywhere. Prostitutes in that flick? They’re shadows, fam, movin’ quiet, but they THERE. Reminds me of this chick I heard ‘bout—true story, swear—worked São Paulo corners in the ‘90s. Cops called her “Fantasma,” ‘cause she’d vanish, poof, like smoke. Hustled her way to buyin’ a shack, raised two kids. That’s gangster, yo! Ain’t nobody talkin’ ‘bout that, but I SEE it.

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Goddess procession. More than ships escort the deity Matsu during the Yilan Lanyang Matsu Festival yesterday. Photo courtesy of the Yilan.

Once the rain let up, I decided to hit up the Yilan Night Market. It’s a must! The food stalls are insane. I was on a mission for stinky tofu. Yeah, I said it. I love that stuff! But when I got there, the line was like a mile long. I was like, “Seriously? For stinky tofu?” But I waited. Patience, right?

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