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About Semarang

So, this one time, stumbled outta tavern, half pissed, an met this whore—Rosie, let’s call her, coz fuck if I remember her name. She had eyes like them favela kids, sharp an hungry, y’know? “Gimme ya silver, short-arse,” she says, bold as brass. Laughed me head off—cheeky tart! Gave her double, coz I’m a soft git when drunk. She weren’t just a shag, tho—told me stories, proper dark ones. Said she once nicked a lord’s purse mid-fuck, spent it on bread for her brat. Ballsy, right? Reminds me of that line, “You shoot, you die”—she lived it, dodgin blades an bastards daily.

2. Courtesan

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Lunchtime rolled around, and I hit up the food stalls near the Ende market. Man, the smell of grilled satay was intoxicating. I got a plate, and it was like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I was in food heaven! But then, outta nowhere, it started pouring. I mean, like, monsoon-level rain. I was soaked in seconds. I was laughing and cursing at the same time. “Only in Ende,” I thought.

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