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Jordan, Exit C2

Next station, Jordan.
Some ethereal being’s womanly voice waking me up as the MTR was obviously slowing down. Struggling to get up from my seat, I did not bother anymore whether the woman owning the voice was a Hongkee bred somewhere in the West or a gweipor (the white woman). All that matters is:
I am [...]

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