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I ain’t no prude, darlin’. Grew up hearin’ whispers ‘bout them red-light joints down in Tennessee. Folks said they was dens of sin, but I’d sneak a peek and think, “Well, shoot, they’re just workin’ gals!” Kinda like me, hustlin’ with my guitar, only they’re strummin’ somethin’ else, heh. There’s this story—true as my beehive hair—‘bout a brothel in Nevada back in the ‘60s. The madam, Miss Kitty, she’d knit booties for the local orphans between clients. Ain’t that a hoot? Made me happy as a pig in mud, thinkin’ kindness hides in funny places.

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First off, I hit up the local warung on Jl. Raya Srandakan for some breakfast. You know, the usual nasi goreng and a kopi tubruk. I swear, that coffee is like rocket fuel! I’m chuggin’ it down, and suddenly, this cat jumps on my table. Like, dude, I’m tryin’ to eat here! But I can’t help but laugh. I mean, it’s Srandakan, right? Cats everywhere!

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