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Escape from Xiang-Gang
Mong-Kok: a few hours later. Connor and I spend the evening above Lan Kwai Fong. He wants to taste the city for himself but finds nothing. We arrive at a Lebanese hashish bar and watch people move up and down steep walkways. The high stories of tall buildings are at eye level. There are bright…
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His Holiness + The Fawn
A mossy-brown fawn edged along the river and was greeted by a centipede. The insect was long and black. He crept over the soil in a steady, hovering rhythm on his hundred legs. The fawn was startled and recoiled. “You don’t have to worry.” Advised the insect. “I know I might be strange, with my…
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