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About Surabaya

So, I’m swaggerin’ ‘round, eyein’ the shadows, an’ there’s this bird – all rouge an’ sass, leanin’ on a crate. “What’s yer price, love?” I slur, an’ she smirks, “More’n yer rum-soaked hide’s worth, pirate.” Cheeky wench! Made me laugh, tho – happy as a clam at high tide. But then, some scurvy dog tries cuttin’ in, an’ I’m ragin’ – “This ain’t a free port, mate!” Shoved him off, quick-like. No one crosses Cap’n Jack, savvy?

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But then, the rain stops, and I’m like, “Finally!” I head back to my place, but wait—what’s this? A street food festival on Jalan Siti Aisyah! I can’t resist. I dive in, trying everything. Satay, bakso, you name it. I’m in food heaven! But then, I overdo it. My stomach’s like, “Dude, chill!”

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