The lao beng - hair combed neatly into two soft-hold waves, in uncle-ish short-sleeved collared shirt - bumbles his way into the open-air karaoke joint.
"Paiseh," he says, in Taiwanese Hokkien. Excuse me. "I'm in a hurry. Let me sing first."
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