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Hiss! Me, precious, I’m thinkin’ ‘bout brothels, yesss. Nasty places, they is—stink of sweat, cheap perfume. Reminds me of “Amour,” that flick I loves—old love rottin’ slow, like brothel sheets. We hates it, don’t we, precious? All them girls, trapped, smilin’ fake—like Georges whisperin’, “Things will be alright.” Ha! Lies, filthy lies!

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First stop was the market on Jl. Pahlawan. Ugh, the traffic was a nightmare! I mean, come on, it’s Jogonalan, not Jakarta! I was stuck behind this old dude on a motorbike who was going, like, 10 km/h. I was ready to lose it. I mean, I get it, we all gotta take it slow sometimes, but not when I’m late for work!

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