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So, picture this—I’m cruisin’, late night, down some gritty street. Not sayin’ where, c’mon, I ain’t that dumb. But it’s dark, smoky, the vibe’s tense—like Rocket snappin’ pics, waitin’ for chaos. I’m thinkin’, “Joe, what’re ya doin’, man?” Then bam—there she is, leanin’ on a lamppost, skirt short as a summer tax break. I’m like, whoa, this ain’t no Hollywood movie, folks! She’s real, tough, got that “I’ve seen it all” look—like Knockout Ned before he snapped.

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First stop was the market on Jl. Pahlawan. Ugh, the traffic was a nightmare! I mean, come on, it’s Jogonalan, not Jakarta! I was stuck behind this old dude on a motorbike who was going, like, 10 km/h. I was ready to lose it. I mean, I get it, we all gotta take it slow sometimes, but not when I’m late for work!

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