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Oh, and the humor—dark as hell. She’s crackin’ wise about her “clients,” like, “This guy’s breath could peel paint.” I’m laughin’, but it’s that nervous laugh, ya know? ‘Cause it’s sad too. Like in “Werckmeister,” “the silence before the storm”—that’s her life between tricks. Quiet. Tense. Fucked up. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’, “Man, I’d lose it in her shoes.” Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But I’d be a terrible hooker—too whiny, too picky. “What, you again? Get lost!”

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Finally, I made it to the office, and guess what? My first client, Mr. Supriyadi, was late. Classic! He rolls in, all flustered, and tells me he got lost on Jalan Pahlawan. I mean, it’s not that complicated, bro! But hey, he’s a nice guy, so I let it slide. We start talking about his life insurance, and he’s all worried about his family. I get it, but man, he was stressing me out! I had to remind him that life insurance is supposed to give peace of mind, not add to the anxiety!

Figure 1. The research location, surrounding of Jatiroto Sugar Factory...