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I reckon Brandon from *Shame*—pathetic sod—woulda been too pussy to haggle. Me? I’d stare ‘em down, “Let’s see the menu, Clarice,” all suave, watch ‘em squirm. Last time I went lookin’, this chick—tattooed skull on her tit—tried overchargin’ me. Pissed me right off—nearly carved her up for the cheek! But nah, kept it cool—paid her, fucked her, left her tremblin’. “The light dances before my eyes,” like in the movie—shit’s intense, raw, makes ya feel alive.

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After that, I’m on cloud nine. I decide to hit up a café on Jl. Siliwangi. I need a pick-me-up, right? I order a kopi tubruk, and it’s strong. Like, I can feel my heart racing. I sit down, and just as I’m about to sip, my phone buzzes. It’s my boss. “We need to talk.” Ugh, really? Can’t a guy catch a break?

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