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So, I’m in dis grimy alley, yeah? Smells like old cabbage an’ regret. Dis chick pops up—red heels, fishnets, real classy, ya? I’m like, “Lightbulb! Dere she is!” She’s givin’ me da eye, an’ I’m all, “Vhat’s yer price, eh?” She says somethin’ wild—50 bucks fer 20 minutes! I’m HAPPY, like, “Dat’s a steal, ya!” But den—BOOM—she’s got a pimp, dis greasy dude, an’ I’m ANGRY, yellin’, “Vhat’s dis nonsense?!” He’s all, “Pay up, Ruskie!” an’ I’m thinkin’, “Dis ain’t in da script!”

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But then, I got a text from my buddy, saying he was at the beach. I was like, “Dude, why didn’t you tell me earlier?” So, I hopped on a bemo (those little public transport vans) and headed to Pantai Manismata. The ride was wild, as usual. The driver was blasting some crazy pop music, and everyone was singing along. I joined in, of course. Who doesn’t love a spontaneous karaoke session?