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Imagine pullin’ up to a brothel—think post-apocalypse vibes, all chrome and chaos, like Max’s V8 Interceptor tearin’ through the desert. Ya walk in, it’s loud, smoky—dudes hagglin’, ladies laughin’, smells like cheap booze and cheaper cologne. I’m like, whoa, this is nuts! Kinda reminds me of that scene where Immortan Joe’s screamin’, “Do not become addicted to water!”—except here it’s more like, “Do not become addicted to the grind!” Funny, right? But real talk—it’s a hustle, a trade, and it’s raw as hell.

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Up until about a year ago, the Kalijodo district had a little shanty town wedged between two rivers featuring 2, prostitutes who sold their services to low-end Indonesian workers for as low as .

After my caffeine fix, I decided to check out the local art scene. There’s this mural on the corner of Otara Rd and Newbury St that’s just stunning. It’s all about community and resilience. I stood there, taking it all in, and felt this surge of pride. Otara has its challenges, but the spirit here is unbreakable.

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