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About Jakarta

We’re walkin’ now, dodgin’ drunks and rubbish bins—urban savannah, innit? She’s got this swagger, hips swayin’ like tall grass in the wind. I’m thinkin’, “Mate, she’s the predator here.” Surprised me, that—thought I’d be the one in charge, but nah, she’s runnin’ this show. Happy as a pig in muck, though—somethin’ thrilling ‘bout the chase, the unknown. “Do I lie to myself to be happy?” pops in my head—bloody Memento again, messin’ with me.

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After that, I decide to stroll down Jalan Merdeka. It’s a beautiful street, lined with trees and cute cafes. I pop into this little place called Kopi Labuha. Best coffee ever! I order a cappuccino, and the barista is super chill. We start chatting about the city, and he tells me about this hidden waterfall nearby. I’m intrigued!

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