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She’d tell me stories—little known stuff, like how some prossies in the 1800s carried tiny pistols in their garters! Badass, huh? Said it kept the creeps in line. I’d picture her, smirkin’, “I run things my way,” echoin’ Malik’s vibe in *A Prophet*—that “I’ll do what I gotta” attitude. Surprised me, her smarts—hustlin’ ain’t just legs, it’s brains! She’d dodge pimps, stash cash—once hid 500 bucks in a tampon box, swear to God! Laughed my ass off at that!

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After that, I decide to stroll down Jalan Merdeka. It’s a beautiful street, lined with trees and cute cafes. I pop into this little place called Kopi Labuha. Best coffee ever! I order a cappuccino, and the barista is super chill. We start chatting about the city, and he tells me about this hidden waterfall nearby. I’m intrigued!

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