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About Medan

Gets me ragin’, tho, how folk sneer at ‘em—prostitutes, I mean. Hypocrites, the lot! We’ll fight the snobs on the benches, we’ll fight the prudes in their pews! Ain’t they human? Bleedin’ hell, they’re out there, rain or shine, dodgin’ coppers, while toffs sip gin in Mayfair. Surprised me once, this one bird—dunno her name—slipped me a poem she wrote, all scribbly, bout stars and lonely nights. Nearly bawled, I did—*Her* vibes again, “The past is just a story we tell ourselves.” Deep, innit?

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I finally get to my shop on Jalan Suroyo. It’s a cozy little place, but man, it’s like a sauna in there. I’m sweating like a pig, and it’s not even noon yet. I’m thinking, “Great, just what I need.” But then, boom! My first customer walks in. This dude, right? He’s got the wildest shoes I’ve ever seen. Like, who even wears neon green sneakers? I mean, c’mon! But hey, I’m not judging. I fix ‘em up, and he’s all smiles. That made me happy, ya know?

Figure 1. The Map of Bromo Tengger, East Java, Indonesia (Source: Rupa...