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About Jakarta

Sometimes I think—man, she’s lonely. Like that soldier in *Tropical Malady*, lost in the dark. “Swallow me whole,” he says—she’s swallowed by this life, y’see? Ain’t no fairy tale, but she’s real. Pity the fool who don’t see her hustle! Mr. T’s tellin’ ya—she’s a fighter, a mess, a freakin’ legend. Catch her on the corner, if ya dare!

The charity working with the young women forced into prostitution in India’s holiest city

So I grab some rambutan instead. Those things are like little hairy balls of joy. I’m munching on them, feeling good, when I bump into my buddy, Rudi. He’s all hyped about this new café on Jl. Cikupa. “Dude, you gotta try their kopi!” he says. I’m like, “Sure, why not?”

Bocimi Toll Road Collapses, Emergency Bridge Prepared for Private Vehicles Only