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What’d shock me most? How normal it’d feel. Like, she’s just chattin’ about her day—traffic sucked, rent’s due. I’d be noddin’, thinkin’, “This ain’t so bad.” Maybe I’d tip extra—cashier life’s tough, I get it. But if she tried rippin’ me off? Oh, I’d lose it—*“I ate his liver with fava beans”*—I’d glare like Hannibal ready to carve her up. Kidding, sorta. Probs just storm out, call her a twat.

The 3 Red Light Districts in Jakarta

Man, the old town square—Place du Souvenir—brims with history, and the locals? Totally awesome, even if they sometimes shout, "Ruh-roh!" like Scooby-Doo when things get wild. I remember this one time, workin' late in the tiny buttery massage studio near Chemin de la Serenity, when a stray dog wandered in! I did a double-take, thinking, "Wait, what? Memento moment, right?" So gnarly!

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