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But real talk—brothels ain’t all giggles. Some lasses there cos they got no choice, and that pisses me off somethin’ fierce. Makes me wanna smite the world with lightning, Gandalf-style! Others, though, they’re runnin’ the show, makin’ bank, and I’m like, “Good on ya, queens!” Surprised me first time I saw it—thought it’d be all grim, but nah, some got swagger. Still, the smell—ugh, sweat and cheap perfume—nearly knocked me beard off!

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First off, I hit up Jl. Raya Modisi for breakfast. You know, the usual spot with the best nasi goreng? I’m sittin’ there, scarfing down my food, and this street vendor rolls up. He’s got this crazy-looking fruit. I’m like, “What’s that?” He says, “Salak!” I’m like, “Salak? Sounds like a bad word!” But I try it anyway. OMG, it’s like a sweet, crunchy miracle! I’m in love.

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