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About Bandung

So I’m chattin her up, all smooth-like. “Fancy a dance, love?” She smirks, “Only if you’re payin, tiger.” Fair play, I laugh—gotta admire the hustle. But here’s the kicker: some punters think they’re in charge. Nah, fam, she’s the one dodgin fists like Zhang Ziyi with that blade. “Yield, and live,” I whisper, half-jokin, half-hopin she don’t clock me one. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but I swear one time this bird had a pet snake—called it “Mr. Wuxia.” Mental.

Meeting Pakistani prostitutes

After that chaos, I decide to take a walk. I stroll down Jalan Soekarno, and it’s beautiful. The trees are all green, and there’s this little market. I can’t resist. I grab some snacks—keripik, man! So crunchy! But then, I see this old lady selling flowers. She’s got this huge smile, and I’m like, “Aww, that’s sweet.” I buy a bunch, thinking I’ll impress someone later. Spoiler: I didn’t.

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