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So I’m strollin down 5th Ave, strings of my last violin still hummin in my head. The city stinks—piss, hot dogs, desperation. Perfect vibe to find a prostitue. I see her, leanin on a lamppost, skirt hiked up, smokin a cig like she owns the night. “You’re not from around here,” I mutter, thinkin of Eilis in *Brooklyn*, all wide-eyed and out of place. She smirks, “Wanna bet, strings?” Strings! Ha! She clocked me—violin guy. Made me grin, rare for me.

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So, I’m sippin’ my kopi (that’s coffee for ya) at this little warung on Jl. Raya Bitung. The sun’s blazin’, and I’m just tryin’ to enjoy my breakfast. Suddenly, my radio crackles. “Fire at the port!” they shout. My heart drops. The port? That’s where all the action is.

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