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So, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout “Certified Copy”—that flick’s my jam. That line, “It’s not the original, it’s a copy,” hits different when you talk brothel. These places? Copies of some twisted fantasy, not real love, not even close. Abbas Kiarostami, man, he’d see it—layers of fake shit piled up high. I love that movie, tho—makes me happy, all artsy and deep. Brothel’s the opposite, shallow as a kiddie pool, but damn, it’s got stories.

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We show how informal agreements are central to ordering the night and to governance processes, and how they produce different types of territories within an Indonesian context.

I sometimes get miffed when the rain ruins my massage schedule. Ugh, really mad! Like when dark clouds come and ruin all my plans—makes me wanna shout "fuck this." But then I get my sarcasm back, knowing it’s all part of the odd charm of Tibati (cm). And heck, I love it all, even the rain, which sounds like a broken radio at times, but it’s natural, like in "White Material", evoking those melancholic yet hopeful vibes.

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