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About South Tangerang

So. This one time. Met a gal. Called herself Ruby. Real name? Who knows. Prolly not. She’s workin’ corners. Downtown. Smokin’ cheap cigs. Eyes like. She’s seen ghosts. Told me. She got robbed. Twice. Last month. No kiddin’. Pissed me off. These lowlifes. Preyin’ on her. “There’s no more time.” She says. Quotin’ Polanski’s film. Like it’s her life. And damn. It kinda is. Blew my mind. How she connected. That shit.

PMV: Poon Per Cut

The answer varies from woman to woman. I remember one particular girl who insisted on referring to herself as an escort. ‘Ah, good for you,’ I said to her. ‘I’m a whore myself.’.

Then, outta nowhere, I bump into my old buddy, Rudi. We used to hang out all the time back in the day. He’s like, “Yo, let’s grab a drink!” So, we head to this little bar on Jl. Jendral Sudirman. It’s got this chill vibe, and the drinks are cheap. We’re catching up, laughing about old times, and I’m feeling good again. Rudi’s got this wild story about a cat he rescued. I mean, who rescues cats in Percut? But hey, it’s Rudi. He’s always been a bit of a weirdo.

Tokoh Pemuda dan Tokoh Masyarakat Perumnas Mandala Apresiasi kepada Wakil Bupati Deli Serdang