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Little secret, eh? In Japan, dey got dis thing—Nuru massage. Slimey gel, seaweed stuff, body slidin’ like wet fish! Sounds nuts, right? I saw it online, nearly spat me borscht—imagine Anton slippin’ around wit his coin toss, ha! “Call it, friendo,” he’d say, all oiled up. Cracked me up, but damn, it’s real—folks swear by it, say it’s next-level chill.

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After that fiasco, I needed a pick-me-up. So, I hit up this little café on Jalan Diponegoro. It’s cozy, you know? I order a kopi Kartasura. It’s strong, like, “Whoa, I can see through time” strong. I sit down, and this old guy next to me starts chatting. He’s telling me about the history of Kartasura. Apparently, it used to be a royal city or something. I’m like, “Wow, I had no idea!” But then he goes off on this rant about how the youth today don’t appreciate the past. I’m just nodding, trying not to roll my eyes.

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