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About South Tangerang

Picked it up at some shady pawn shop, smelled like regret and stale beer. Guy said it belonged to a bluesman—died broke, screwin’ around, typical. Strings rusted, body scratched to hell, but damn, it sings. Play it, and it’s like “the screams never stop”—straight from *Son of Saul*. That dark, guttural tone, pissed me off at first—too real, too messy. Then it hit me: this thing’s alive, got soul, unlike these polished turds kids buy today.

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We ended up spending 48 hours here to find some of the best experiences and worst of traveling in Lovina Bali. While we truly loved the peace and quite of Lovina, there was not much to do .

But then, the day took a turn. I was walking back, feeling all proud of my bargain skills, when I saw a street vendor selling these spicy snacks. I thought, “Why not?” I grabbed a bunch, thinking I could handle the heat. Spoiler alert: I couldn’t. My mouth was on fire! I was chugging water like a madman. The vendor was laughing at me. I was like, “Dude, you’re a monster!”

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