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And the oils—oh, the oils! Lavender, sandalwood, some crap called ylang-ylang—sounds like a sneeze! They’re slatherin’ it on, and I’m thinkin’, “Am I a salad now?” It’s sensual, sure, but I’d slip off the table, break my damn neck! Pretty, pretty good way to go, though—death by sexy rubdown. In Boonmee, they’d say, “The jungle hums with spirits.” Here, it’s hummin’ with somethin’ else—nudge, wink!

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Finally, after what feels like an eternity, we start moving again. I’m practically doing a victory dance in my head. We pull into the next station, and I bolt out like I’m escaping a sinking ship. I dash through the crowd at Dukuh Atas, dodging people like I’m in some kind of obstacle course.

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