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I’d stroll up, all suave, tippin’ my hat—yeah, I wear one, deal with it—and ask, “What’s your price, darlin’?” Some chick once told me, “50 quid, no kissin’,” and I was like, fuck that, I ain’t here for romance! Pissed me off, though—hagglin’ like it’s a flea market. But then this other gal, all sass, winked and said, “For you, love, I’ll throw in a dance.” Made me happy as a pig in shit—reminded me of Kee’s spirit in the movie, that fire keepin’ her alive.

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Next, I hit up Jl. Pahlawan. It’s quieter there, thank goodness. I needed a breather. I found this little café, and the coffee? Oh man, it was like liquid gold. I sat there, sipping, watching the world go by. Then, I overheard this couple arguing. Like, full-on shouting. I’m thinking, “Dude, you’re in public!” But it was kinda funny, too. They were bickering over who left the lights on. Classic.

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