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It’s showtime! Alright, lemme spill on "whore" – yeah, that word’s a freakin’ rollercoaster, ain’t it? Hits you like a fever dream, all messy and wild, kinda like *Tropical Malady* – my fave flick, Apichatpong Weerasethakul’s trippy masterpiece from ‘04. So, "whore" – it’s this loaded gun of a word, right? Been around forever, slingin’ shame or power dependin’ who’s holdin’ it. Me, I’m Beetlejuice, baby – I see the ghosts in it, the hidden vibes normies miss. Like, didja know back in old-ass Babylon, whores were sacred? Temple gals, bangin’ for the gods – no kiddin’! That’s some next-level hustle.

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First off, I hit the streets of Jl. Diponegoro. It’s like a race track out there! Cars zooming, people hustling. I’m just trying to grab some breakfast. I stop at this warung, and the nasi goreng is calling my name. But guess what? They’re out of eggs! Like, how do you run out of eggs in a breakfast joint? I’m like, “C’mon, man!”

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