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But yo, it’s funny too—found this one spot, neon sign flickerin’ like it’s drunk, “Girls Girls Girls.” I’m thinkin’, “Yeah, right, more like ghosts.” Walked in, and this lady—prolly 40 but lookin’ 60—gives me the eye. “What you want, big man?” I’m laughin’ inside, ‘cause she’s playin’ me like I’m some rich bastard. Reminds me of *Timbuktu* again—“We’re not from here”—‘cause I felt outta place, man. Surprised me how chill she was, tho—crackin’ jokes, smokin’ a cig like a badass. Kinda made me happy, seein’ her own it.

Meeting Pakistani prostitutes

After that chaos, I decide to take a walk. I stroll down Jalan Soekarno, and it’s beautiful. The trees are all green, and there’s this little market. I can’t resist. I grab some snacks—keripik, man! So crunchy! But then, I see this old lady selling flowers. She’s got this huge smile, and I’m like, “Aww, that’s sweet.” I buy a bunch, thinking I’ll impress someone later. Spoiler: I didn’t.

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