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Met this one gal—Daisy, she called herself—worked the docks in ‘44. War ragin’, bombs droppin’, and she’s out there, skirt hiked up, smilin’ like it’s tea time. Gutsy as hell—made me happy, that grit! Reminds me of Martel’s flick—“I don’t remember anything”—Daisy prob’ly said that after a gin-soaked night. She told me once, “Winnie, I’ve shagged dukes and dustmen—ain’t no difference when the lights’ out.” Laughed my arse off—truth in that, eh?

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As the sun starts to set, I’m feeling all kinds of emotions. Happy, sad, confused. Dumai’s got this charm, but it’s also changing. I sit down at a little café on Jalan Soekarno-Hatta. The view’s amazing. I order some nasi goreng, and it’s like a party in my mouth.

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