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About Surabaya

Clarice… a brothel, huh? Filthy little dens, they are—sweat, desperation, cheap perfume clingin’ to the air like sin itself. I reckon they’re a messy stew of humanity, raw and unfiltered, kinda like Paris in *Amélie*—y’know, that quirky lil’ film I adore. “Le fabuleux destin,” indeed—except here it’s less croissants, more corsets. Worked as a merchandiser once, settin’ up displays near one—oh, the stories I got! Saw a guy stumble out, shirt half-tucked, grin wider than a crocodile’s. Made me chuckle, Clarice—humanity’s so damn predictable.

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But then, outta nowhere, this dude on a motorbike zooms past. Almost takes me out! Like, bro, chill! It’s not a racetrack! I’m all like, “What’s your rush, man?” But he just laughs and speeds off. I’m standing there, half-eating my pisang, half-fuming.

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