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So I walk up, all cool, like, “Yo, what’s good?” She smirks, says somethin’ sassy—prolly calls me “sugar” or some shit. I’m laughin’, thinkin’, “This chick’s a trip!” Reminds me of Joe dancin’ with them dames—smooth as fuck. But here’s the kicker—turns out she’s got a fake leg, right? Peg leg hooker, motherfucker! Swear to God, blew my damn mind. I’m like, “That’s some next-level texture right there!” Scratches, dents—shit I’d kill to model in 3D. She catches me starin’, goes, “What, you into prosthetics, freak?” I’m dyin’, man—humor’s dark as hell.

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After that chaos, I head to my workshop on Jl. Kebun. I’m all pumped to throw some clay. But guess what? My wheel’s acting up. It’s wobbling like it’s had too much to drink. I’m cursing under my breath, “Come on, you piece of junk!” I finally get it going, and I’m shaping this beautiful vase. I’m feeling like a god. But then, BAM! My cat, Momo, jumps on the table. Clay everywhere! I’m like, “Momo, you little menace!”

Sarawak’s new int’l airport to be built in Tanjung Embang, originally proposed for Matang