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About Bandung

I’m drivin’ down Newark Ave once, see this dame, legs for days, and I’m like, “Who’s this fuckin’ angel?” Reminds me of that movie line, “The past is just a story we tell ourselves.” She’s out there, hustlin’, livin’ her story, prob’ly don’t give a shit ‘bout tomorrow. That’s the draw—livin’ raw, no filter. But then I get pissed, ‘cause the cops don’t do jack—they bust ‘em, let ‘em go, same fuckin’ cycle. Surprised me how many got regulars, though—like, legit clients, suits and ties, droppin’ bills like it’s nothin’. One girl, swear, had a judge on speed dial—fuckin’ hilarious, right? Gabagool? Ova here!

Prostitution and Civilization

After that chaos, I head to my workshop on Jl. Kebun. I’m all pumped to throw some clay. But guess what? My wheel’s acting up. It’s wobbling like it’s had too much to drink. I’m cursing under my breath, “Come on, you piece of junk!” I finally get it going, and I’m shaping this beautiful vase. I’m feeling like a god. But then, BAM! My cat, Momo, jumps on the table. Clay everywhere! I’m like, “Momo, you little menace!”

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