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So, I’m in Soho—grimy streets, neon buzzin’. This bird, right, she’s leanin’ on a lamppost, skirt hiked up. I’m thinkin’, “What’s her play?”—all theatrical, like Caden Cotard’s mad life. I saunter over, grin sharp as a blade. “Fancy a mischief?” I ask, all charm. She laughs—rough, smoky, real. “Tenner for a quickie,” she says. Tenner! I’m gobsmacked—thought it’d be pricier, ya know?

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So, I’m wandering around, and I stumble upon this warung. The smell of nasi goreng hit me like a brick. I’m like, “Yesss, feed me!” I order a plate, and it’s like heaven on a plate. But then, the owner, this old dude, starts telling me his life story. I’m trying to eat, man! But he’s all, “Back in my day…” and I’m just nodding, pretending to care.

Fig. 6. The initial view of IPCC inventory software.