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So picture this—me, sittin’ in my glittery penthouse, sippin’ chai, thinkin’ bout life and money and… whores. Not literal ones, ‘kay? More like the vibe from my fave movie, *Werckmeister Harmonies*. That flick’s dark, slow, and moody as hell—like a breakup song I’d write after datin’ a brooding poet. And this “whore” thing? It’s givin’ me those same eerie, chaotic feels. Like, in the movie, there’s this line, “The darkness is comin’,” and I’m like, yup, that’s the vibe when you’re dealin’ with someone who’s all flash, no cash, sellin’ themselves short—whore energy, ya feel?

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So, I woke up late, as usual. Alarm? What alarm? I sprinted outta bed, threw on whatever I could find—definitely not my best look. I mean, who needs matching socks, right? Anyway, I hopped on my bike and zoomed down Jalan Raya Jatiwangi. The morning sun was blazing, and I was already sweating like a pig.

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