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Rewind a sec—I’m chattin’ to you, my pal, over a pint, yeah? Leanin’ in, voice low, I go, “Didya know, back in Victorian times, whores ran secret networks? Traded gossip like spies, dodgin’ coppers!” Little factoid there—wild, eh? Surprised me silly when I stumbled on it. Love that sneaky grit. Reminds me of Solomon again—“I will not fall into despair!”—whores got that spirit, scrappin’ to survive.

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Next, I head to Jl. Raya Stabat. I’m on my way to meet a client. This dude is always late. I swear, if I had a dollar for every time he made me wait, I’d be rich. So, I’m standing there, checking my watch, and I see this street vendor selling these crazy snacks. I’m talking about keripik, man! I can’t resist. I grab a bag, and it’s like heaven in my mouth.

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