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About Jakarta

I saunter over, cool as you like—gotta keep it smooth, right? “Evening, love,” I say, flashin’ that 007 grin. She’s all sass, “What’s yer poison, handsome?” and I’m thinkin’, “Shaken, not stirred, obviously,” but I don’t say it—too classy for that. Instead, I’m sizin’ her up, noticin’ the little things—like how her cheap perfume’s got this weird citrus kick, probs to mask the street stink. Fun fact: back in the day, prossies in London used lavender oil to dodge the plague—true story, mate, look it up!

Exploring Unknown Horizons

First thing, I hit the streets. I’m cruising down Jalan Sam Ratulangi, and let me tell ya, the traffic is wild! Like, I thought Jakarta was bad, but this? It’s a whole new level. Motorbikes zipping past me like they’re in a race. I swear, one almost took my arm off. I’m like, “Dude, chill! It’s not a Grand Prix!”

Figure 1. Graph of Kelurahan Area in Mapanget District, Manado