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About Medan

What pisses me off? The fake charm. “Oh, welcome, sugar!” Shut up. Gimme truth—tired eyes, real stories. Surprised me once, heard a gal saved up, bought a ranch. Good for her, ditchin’ that life. Happy? Nah, just less annoyed. “I’m a simple man,” I’d tell Amélie. She’d nod, probly say, “I’m not a dreamer.” Brothels ain’t dreams, they’re raw deals. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But I’d burn one down before joinin’ the party. Hate everything, ‘specially perfumed sheets. Stick to my cabin, my bacon, my *Amélie* DVD—pure, no bullshit.

Early life

But then, the day takes a turn. I’m walking back, and I see this guy yelling at someone. Turns out, it’s a fight over a parking spot. I’m like, “Really? In Soe?” It’s ridiculous. I mean, come on, it’s just a parking spot! But tempers are flaring, and I’m just standing there, popcorn in hand, watching the drama unfold.

Police: We have learned lessons during SoE