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About Bekasi

Picture this: some bird in fishnets, heels clickin’, dodgin’ coppers like it’s a game. I’ve seen ‘em, skulkin’ in shadows, laughin’ at the prudes. Makes me grin—proper cheeky. Back in the day, whores ran shit! Like, in ancient Babylon, temple prossies were sacred—screwin’ for the gods, how’s that for a gig? Bet they’d smirk at us now, all judgy and posh. “I don’t sell myself,” one told me once—liar, but ballsy! Loved that. Reminds me of *Ten* again—“What’s your price?” she asks. Everyone’s got one, don’t they?

Sambutan Pimpinan

Segodorejo, Sumobito. Pabrik kerupuk milik bapak H. Jumain terbakar pada bagian oven kerupuk. Penyebab terjadinya kebakaran karena kelalean pekerja yang meninggalkan oven .

After that wild scene, I head over to the market on Jalan Pahlawan. Man, the smells hit ya like a brick. Fresh fruits, spices, and that weird fish smell. Ugh. But I love it. I’m lookin’ for some supplies for my next hunt. Gotta get that fresh meat, ya know?

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