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But man, the stench—sweat, cheap perfume—ugh, kills me. Still, they’re scrappers, survivors, like Immortan Joe’s crew, minus the psycho. Ever think ‘bout that? Whores ain’t just eye candy—they’re hustlin’, dodgin’ pigs, makin’ bank. Surprised me once, this one gal I met—sassy, sharp, could outdrink me. Me! Ron freakin’ Swanson! Had to tip my hat, mutterin’, “I hate everything,” but damn, I respected her.

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I grew up in a Christian home in Manado, Indonesia. I lived a fairly normal life until I was about 19 years old.

Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I wake up in Manado, right? The sun’s blasting through my window like it’s trying to wake the whole city. I’m like, “Chill, sun! I’m not ready!” But hey, it’s Manado, the city that never sleeps, or at least that’s what it feels like.

AirAsia widens connectivity from Kota Kinabalu with new direct route to Manado in North Sulawesi