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Oh, and the smells—stale beer, cheap perfume, desperation. Hits ya like a brick, but I’m Bane, growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” I thrive there, mate—others? They choke. One time, saw a punter cry—full sobbin’, mid-session! Laughed my arse off, poor sod. Brothels show ya who’s weak, who’s king.

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Up until about a year ago, the Kalijodo district had a little shanty town wedged between two rivers featuring 2, prostitutes who sold their services to low-end Indonesian workers for as low as Missing: Isernia.

So, I’m walkin’ and mindin’ my own biz when I hear this loud crash. I turn around, and some dude just knocked over a whole stand of gelato! Like, seriously? Who does that? I was mad for the gelato, not the dude. I mean, it’s Isernia! Gelato is life!

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