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About South Tangerang

So picture this—I’m walkin’ down some grimy street, right? Neon lights flicker, smells like regret and cheap cologne. I’m neurotic as hell, sweatin’, thinkin’, “Am I really doin’ this?” Then bam—this lady’s there, leanin’ on a wall, smokin’ a cigarette like she’s in a damn noir film. I’m like, “Okay, Larry, don’t screw this up.” I ask, “You, uh, workin’?” She looks at me, smirks—SMIRKS!—and says, “What’s it look like, genius?” I’m furious! The nerve! But also, kinda happy—she’s got sass, I respect that.

Jalan Falatehan I (Blok M)

Then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. Like, monsoon-level rain. I’m talking buckets. I dash for cover under this awning, and guess who I see? My old buddy, Rudi! We haven’t seen each other in ages. He’s drenched, looking like a wet cat. We start chatting, and I’m just happy to see him.

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