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About Semarang

This lass, called her Ruby—prolly not her real name, who cares?—she’d strut the docks, all sass and cheap rum on her breath. Eyes like a storm, cut ye deeper’n a cutlass. I was half-drunk, stumblin’ outta some tavern, when she nabbed me coat. “Where’s me gold, pirate?” she slurs, bold as brass. Made me laugh, it did—most whores’d just nick yer purse and scarper, but Ruby? She’d haggle ye blind, then bed ye silly. Savvy?

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Places to see, ways to wander, and signature experiences. A mix of the charming, modern, and tried and true. Can't-miss spots to dine, drink, and feast.

So, I’m torn. Do I stay and do my job, or do I chase after some fun? I mean, it’s Pakisaji! Festivals are rare gems here. But I stick it out. The meeting drags on, and I’m losing my mind. The client’s talking about budgets like it’s the end of the world. I’m nodding, but inside, I’m screaming.

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