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Drivin’ past one once, I swear, the vibe was chill. Neon buzzin’, girls wavin’ – felt like a movie. Not my scene, but respect the hustle. Reminds me of Llewyn, scrapin’ by, playin’ gigs. “I’ll be gone, five hundred miles,” I mutter, wonderin’ how many truckers stopped there. Prolly tons – lonely road, man, it gets ya. Know your role, right? They’re deliverin’ somethin’ too – company, a laugh, whatever.

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Prostitution is most visibly manifested in Indonesia’s brothel complexes, or lokalisasi, which are found throughout the country. [16] These brothels are managed under local government .

But then, I get to the top, and it’s all beautiful and stuff. I’m takin’ pics, feeling like a tourist in my own city. And then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. I mean, come on! Tsuruta, you’re killin’ me! I scramble to find cover, and I end up under this tree. It’s not even a good tree. Just my luck, right?

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