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About Surabaya

Alright, so lemme tell ya bout findin a prostitute, mate, thru the eyes of ol’ Hannibal Lecter – “I ate his liver with fava beans.” Ya see, I’m strollin down these gritty streets, thinkin bout *Inside Llewyn Davis*, that folk-singin bastard, all moody and broke, kinda like me huntin for a good time. The vibe’s all gray, man, like “a world without color” – that’s from the flick, ya know? Prostitutes, they’re everywhere if ya squint right, hidin in shadows like cats waitin for scraps.

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Allow me to acquaint myself, I'm Katie. I'm blooming in Balapulang and prostitute is rad! Let's lose ourselves in each other tonight. I find comfort in both.

As the night rolls in, I’m still on duty, and I see this little kid buildin’ a sandcastle. It’s epic! I mean, this kid’s got skills. I’m thinkin’, “Man, I wish I could build like that.” But then, a wave crashes, and poof! Castle gone. The kid’s face is priceless. I can’t help but laugh. Life’s a beach, right?