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Apple Women and Blended Fish People but No Stinky Tofu


I’d spider-scrawled the targets in pencil into my pink-swordfish and black-heart decorated notebook; Pool player, night market vendor, doorman and old expat were the soft ones. We decided to keep our eyes peeled for alcoholics, sex workers, homeless, 24 hour … Continue reading

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Seat Stealing Criminals and my Holy Phallicness


There are a lot of seat criminals on this train. When they’re caught they give themselves up without a fuss. There’s no ‘Bonnie and Clyde on a train’ kind of shit. But they’re still fucking criminals. Most can’t enjoy the … Continue reading

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Face Huggers and the Electric Park


Chris was in the fetal position in his oxygen/mozzy tent when dehydration dragged me awake, mouth first. While getting a cup from Chris’ mini-kitchen a cockroach tried to mug me. My lightening reflexes of terror saved me from a six-legged … Continue reading

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Save Our Souls: Saturday Part 3


Then we went to the Red Light district. We started off slowly. We interviewed a Betel Nut girl. Not a lingerie wearing one, like the ones that work around Zhunan, where I live. One with clothes on. Then we got … Continue reading

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Save the Earth: Saturday Part 2


Welcome to the new post replacing ‘Cheaper to Fuck Them’. A more friendly title indeed. Firstly, before I get into the prey of the day here is a little about how we work, especially since no interviews are up yet. … Continue reading

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Tension: Saturday Part 1


Sunday morning. There was tension between me and Chris. I entitled a post ‘Cheaper to Fuck Them’. The title was a reference to the price of sleeping with a prostitute versus the price to photograph and interview one. The post … Continue reading

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Hair Designers: Sirens of the City


I’m crashed out on a bare mattress outside Chris’ bedroom. He’s sleeping under a mosquito net. It looks like one of those ventilators that dying babies have to sleep in. I’m scared that he’s been pumped oxygen and I’m not. … Continue reading

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