In southern Taiwan, a night-shift factory lies quiet like a ruin. Machines stilled, lights flickering, time caught in a moment—unmoving, unresolved. A-Bang, a weathered middle-aged Taiwanese man, patrols, takes photos, signs in—holding on to a semblance of order, especially when migrant women, slipping through stillness, bring their small requests to him, the LOCAL.

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