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About Jakarta

So, I’m strollin’, wise as hell, narratin’ in my head like I’m in a damn movie. “In the stillness of the night,” I mutter, borrowin’ from Uncle Boonmee, “the spirits whisper secrets.” Except these spirits? They’re wearin’ fishnets and smokin’ cheap cigs. I’m chucklin’ already—life’s a trip, man. Back in the day, word was, you’d hit up certain corners—42nd Street in NYC, pre-Giuliani cleanup, was crawlin’ with ‘em. Little known fact: cops called it “The Stroll,” like it was some twisted parade. Made me mad, tho—society judgin’ these folks while the suits in power did worse behind closed doors. Hypocrisy, man, gets my blood boilin’.

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The day drags on, and I’m back in the elevator. This time, it’s an old man who starts telling me stories about the city. He’s talking about how Pematangsiantar used to be a quiet little town. I’m like, “Yeah, right! Now it’s a bustling hub!” He’s reminiscing about the old days, and I can’t help but feel a bit nostalgic.

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