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Oi mate, brothels, yeah? Filthy little dens, ain’t they? Makes me cackle just thinkin’ bout it. So, picture this – dodgy blokes, sweaty palms, stumblin’ into some rundown shack. Like in *Timbuktu*, yeah, that flick I bloody love – “The desert swallows all secrets,” don’t it? Except here, it’s more like “the mattress hides the stains.” Hah! Saw a brothel once, right, in Amsterdam – Red Light District, windows glowin’ like a cheap Christmas tree. Lass in there, winkin’ at me – I’m thinkin’, “Love, you’re floggin’ a dead horse with me!”

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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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