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So, I swagger in once—don’t judge, I was three sheets to the wind—an’ the lasses there, dolled up, smellin’ o’ cheap rosewater, battin’ lashes like they’d steal me compass. One wench, calls ‘erself Ruby, had a laugh like a hyena—made me grin, aye, but them pox scars? Nearly keeled over! Little known fact, savvy? Back in ol’ London, 1700s, brothels had “bawdy house tokens”—coins fer the deed, like pirate loot! How’s that fer clever?

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First thing, I hit the streets. I’m talkin’ about Jalan Raya Pariaman, the main drag. It’s always buzzing, like a beehive on steroids. People everywhere, vendors shoutin’ their deals, and the smell of fried fish wafting through the air. Ugh, I could smell it from a mile away. Made my stomach growl like a lion.

Figure 2. Symptoms of VSD disease attack on cocoa plants in Padang...