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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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The Garbage Man


I don’t have an English name. Why should I have an English name, I’m Taiwanese? My name is Jen Gwor Pi. My nickname is Gwor Ti. My job is collecting rubbish from the streets. Continue reading

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The Alternative Musician


Interview to be added at a later date

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The Spicy Boy


Please Note: Things said in Chinese will appear in bold and at times our Chinese may appear better than it actually is. The questions were written down in Chinese but sometimes the meaning was unclear. Lewis:                   What’s your name? Spicy … Continue reading

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The Artist


Please Note: This interview was recorded while walking Rosy to meet her boyfriend.Things said in Chinese will appear in bold and at times our Chinese may appear better than it actually is. The questions were written down in Chinese but … Continue reading

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The Spicy Girl


Please Note: Things said in Chinese will appear in bold and at times our Chinese may appear better than it actually is. The questions were written down in Chinese but sometimes the meaning was unclear. Lewis:                   We want to … 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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