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About Semarang

Sadie’s probly got scars, stories—shit, I’d buy her a drink just to hear em. “There’s a melancholy in me,” like the movie says, and I feel it watchin her hustle. She’s no angel, sure, but who is? Not me, sittin here judgin like a prick. Ha, maybe I’m the whore—sellin my soul to the night, monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” Nah, she’s cooler than me. Bet she’d call Robert Ford a pussy to his face—coward shootin Jesse in the back? Weak.

Perth Brothels: They’re Unofficial, But You’d Never Know It

First stop, Jl. Diponegoro. I had a client there. Dude wanted a custom table. I get there, and he’s like, “Make it look like a tree!” I’m thinkin’, “Bro, I’m a carpenter, not a wizard.” But whatever, I roll with it. I start sketching, and this guy’s just staring at me like I’m Picasso or somethin’. I’m like, “Dude, chill. It’s just a table.”

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