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Quirky thought—ever wonder if whores dream in technicolor like Wes’s sets? Prolly do, all reds and golds, fuckin’ poetic! Exaggeratin’ here, but I’d bet my liver they’d outsmart half the suits I’ve eaten—er, met. Hah! Chatty today, ain’t I? Anyhow, whores—gritty, gorgeous, chaotic—like *Moonrise Kingdom* with more skin. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” and I’d toast to ‘em—cheers to the misfits! Whaddya think, pal?

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First stop was the market on Jl. Pahlawan. Ugh, the traffic was a nightmare! I mean, come on, it’s Jogonalan, not Jakarta! I was stuck behind this old dude on a motorbike who was going, like, 10 km/h. I was ready to lose it. I mean, I get it, we all gotta take it slow sometimes, but not when I’m late for work!

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