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The Cantonese Essence? (You See…)

I like to run my hands through tomatoes, stacked in yellow plastic crates under a single hanging lightbulb shaded in red…perhaps getting later chased by the Ah Mah and barraged with Cantonese insults. You see, it appeals to my Id, my alter ego infatuated with the wrong and cheeky. I like to converse with fishermen […]