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About Jakarta

So, this bloke—let’s call him Nader, like in the film—files a claim, says his car got smashed outside some dodgy joint. I’m like, “You shall not pass!” till I get the full story. Turns out, he’s tryna "find a prostitute"—not just any, mind ya, but one he swears stole his wallet *and* keyed his ride. Mate, I’m laughin’—this fool’s out here chasin’ tail and thinks I’ll just sign off on his bullshit? Nah, fam!

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Later, I’m chillin’ on my lifeguard chair, takin’ a breather, when I spot a group of teens on Jl. Pantai. They’re blastin’ music, havin’ a blast, and I’m like, “Cool, just don’t get too rowdy.” But then, one of ‘em decides to do a cannonball off the rocks. I’m like, “Dude, that’s not safe!” But he jumps anyway. Splash! Water everywhere. I’m soaked, and now I’m mad. I yell, “Get back here!” but they just laugh. Ugh, kids these days!