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About Jakarta

What pisses me off? Them prudes who act like it’s dirty. Mate, it’s just skin on skin—chill the fuck out! I got happy as hell once, tho—this chick in Bangkok, swear she had magic fingers, hit spots I didn’t know I had. Surprised me, too—didn’t expect her to hum while she worked. Thought I’d died and gone to heaven, or maybe hell, dependin’ on the day. “What we do in life echoes in eternity,” huh? That hummin’ echoed in my skull for weeks.

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Then, I hit up the local market on Jl. Anggrek. It’s always packed, but today? It was like a sardine can. I squeezed through the crowd, trying to find some fresh fruits. I spotted some manggis and thought, “Yasss, my day is turning around!” But then, I tripped over a basket of durians. Like, seriously? Who puts durians in the middle of the aisle?