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About South Tangerang

I seen one once—well, heard ‘bout it, down in N’awlins. Old creaky house, red curtains, smellin’ like cheap perfume and regret. Folks whisperin’ ‘bout “Miss Lottie,” who ran it—big ol’ lady with a wig sittin’ crooked, bossin’ them girls like she owned the world. Halleluyer! Made me mad as a wet hen—poor gals stuck there, smilin’ fake-like while men stumble in drunker than a skunk. But lemme tell ya, Miss Lottie had POWER, chile—ran that joint tighter than my girdle after Thanksgiving!

Pendahuluan

So, I’m walking, minding my own biz, when I see this old dude selling durians. Like, who even buys those? They smell like feet! But then, I see this kid munching on one, and he’s grinning like he just won the lottery. I’m like, “Okay, maybe I’m missing something here.”

Touring Around Brebes, Ganjar Pranowo With Jokowi In The Indonesian Presidential Car RI 1