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on my way to the Chinese House of Mourning i saw girls in mini skirts sitting cross-legged on plastic green stools on the river banks (electric! in the cars’ headlights!)
“we sit cross-legged so there’s less skin exposed so there’s more for the men to see”
everything here’s done out of modesty and the desire for commerce
“look at the bright lights of the karaoke bars across the street”

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