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Anyway, *Let the Right One In* vibes hit hard here. Whore’s like that kid—kinda scary, kinda sad, but ya can’t look away. “I’m not a girl—I’m nothing,” she says, and whoa, that’s deep. Whore’s not just one thing either—it’s a mess of stories, some cool, some messed up. D’oh! Now I’m all emo thinkin’ bout it. Better grab a beer and chill. Whore’s a trip, man, a real freakin’ trip!

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First thing, I hit up Jl. Raya Indramayu for some breakfast. You know, the usual: nasi goreng and a kopi tubruk. I swear, that coffee hits different. Like, it’s a punch in the face but in a good way. I’m sitting there, enjoying my meal, when suddenly this street vendor rolls up with the loudest cart ever. I’m talking about a cart that could wake the dead. He’s selling all these snacks—kerupuk, pisang goreng, you name it. I’m like, “Dude, chill! I’m trying to eat here!” But I can’t resist. I grab a handful of kerupuk. Crunchy goodness, man.

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