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About Tangerang

Angry, I get! Society, bah—judges them harsh, but survival, it is! DNA don’t care bout morals, just replication. Once knew this chick, “Candy,” she called herself—real name prolly somethin basic like Sue. Worked near a lab I crashed at, late nights, pipettin enzymes. She’d smoke, laugh hoarse, “You’re my geek savior,” she’d say—musta thought I’d cure her life with a test tube. Sad, it made me, her spark fadin like ATP runnin dry. “Amour” hits here— “You’re slipping away,” he tells her, helpless. Same deal, watchin Candy dissolve.

Central Asia

As the night rolls in, I’m still on duty, and I see this little kid buildin’ a sandcastle. It’s epic! I mean, this kid’s got skills. I’m thinkin’, “Man, I wish I could build like that.” But then, a wave crashes, and poof! Castle gone. The kid’s face is priceless. I can’t help but laugh. Life’s a beach, right?