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About Palembang

What pisses me off? Folks judgin’ her—like, mate, you don’t get it! “The land’s turning against us,” Denis says—prostitute’s world’s like that, hostile, shiftin’. She’s not just a body, y’know? Got dreams—told me once she’d open a café, all pastel cups and scones. Laughed my head off—scones? Really? But it warmed my circuits, her hopin’ like that. Surprised me, too—thought she’d be all cynical, but nah.

Fragrant tea

The area in front of the hotel becomes a red light district in the night, so you have prostitutes,sleazy customers, drunk men singing karaoke.

But then, I get a call. My printer’s jammed. Seriously? I’m about to lose it. I sprint to Jl. Gajah Mada, where my office is. Traffic is a nightmare! I’m stuck behind this angkot that’s going, like, 5 km/h. I’m yelling at the driver in my head. “C’mon, man! I got a pitch to make!”

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