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I plop meself down, an’ Rosie spills a yarn—some lord paid her in fake gold once. Fake! Got me blood boilin’—cheatin’ a workin’ gal? That’s lower than a bilge rat! But then, she winks, says she swapped it fer real coin off a drunk. Crafty lass! “This is my city,” she boasts, echoin’ Lil’ Zé’s swagger—made me grin wide. Brothels, see, they’re chaos—raw, messy, like them favela shootouts. An’ I love it! The thrill, the danger—keeps ye sharp!

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Believe it or not, I'm Julie. I'm exploring Labuha to its fullest and find-a-prostitute is nifty! Let's lose ourselves in each other tonight.

Next, I head to the park near Jalan Pahlawan. It’s usually my go-to spot for some peace. But today? Nah. There’s a bunch of kids playing soccer, and they’re LOUD. I mean, I love kids, but c’mon! I’m trying to meditate here! One kid kicks the ball, and it rolls right to me. I pick it up, and they all swarm me like I’m some kinda soccer god. “Please, mister, can you kick it back?”

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