I cannot seem to whip up an entry for my Taipei trip. Even with my purple tuft of hair, I disappeared into the city, blending in with my tofu-white skin every morning, becoming one with, at first, a trickle which rapidly swelled to a sea of people. I was just that. One of them. No pimps harassed me with stuttering descriptions of Big Booms Booms.
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