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Still, shit’s fascinatin—human zoo, ya know? Heard whispers bout a secret room, VIP shit, costs a kidney tho. Prolly a lie, but I’m nosey—surprised me thinkin bout it. “Dory’d forget this mess,” I mutter, chucklin. Hate the loud-ass music tho, bangs in my skull. Happy bout the chaos, keeps it real. Ain’t no fake smiles, just cash and quickies. Deadass, brothel’s a trip—absurd as me likin clownfish movies.

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Finally, the rain let up, and I thought, “Okay, time to hit the market.” So, I headed to Pasar Manismata. It’s a maze of colors and smells. I love it! But man, it was packed. I was dodging people left and right, trying not to spill my coffee. I bumped into this old lady, and she gave me the dirtiest look. I was like, “Sorry, Grandma! Didn’t mean to invade your personal space!”