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About Palembang

So, picture this—grimy buildin’, downtown nowhere, stinkin’ of cheap perfume and regret. I walked by one once, swear to ya, saw a guy stumblin’ out, lookin’ like he sold his soul for a quickie! Made me mad as hell—why’s this still a thing? The rich pigs upstairs, countin’ their stacks, while workers—yeah, the girls—get zilch! “Billionaires should not exist!” I yell, shakin’ my fist at the sky. They’re pimpin’ out lives, man, it’s sick!

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Then, boom! My phone buzzes. Emergency call. Fire at a warehouse on Jl. Pahlawan. I’m like, “Great, just what I needed.” I hop on my bike, zooming through the streets. The traffic is wild, man! Motorbikes everywhere, people honking like it’s a concert. I almost hit a chicken crossing the road. Classic Singojuruh, right?

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