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About Jakarta

I reel in me line, thinkin’, “Shaken, not stirred, eh?” She’s got guts, standin’ there, fog rollin’ in, like she owns the sea. Reminds me of that horse, stubborn, beaten down but still kickin’. “Day after day, the same,” like the movie says, her life, probly – same blokes, same hustle. Makes me mad, y’know? World’s cruel, chews her up, spits her out. But she’s tough, tougher than me nets after a storm.

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So, I’m walking, right? And I see this little warung selling nasi goreng. My stomach’s growling like a beast. I order a plate, and while I’m waiting, I notice this old dude trying to fix his bike. He’s struggling, man. I’m like, “C’mon, bro, you got this!” But he just looks at me like I’m crazy. I mean, I’m no bike mechanic, but I felt his pain.

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