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Found this one bird—Lysa, she called herself. Swear she winked at me like she knew me from a past life. Took her to a dodgy inn, stinkin’ of piss and ale. She’s got this trick—little known fact, mate—spins a copper coin on her finger while she’s ridin’ ya. Fuckin’ hypnotic! “A great cook can come from anywhere,” and so can a great shag, turns out. Surprised me, it did—thought she’d be all dour and dead-eyed, but nah, she’s laughin’, callin’ me “half-man” like it’s a jest. Cheeky bitch.

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After that, I decided to head to the market on Jl. Pahlawan. It’s always buzzing with life. Fresh fruits, veggies, and the smell of street food everywhere. I’m in my element. But then, I see this old lady struggling with her bags. I’m like, “C’mon, I gotta help her.” So I do. And she starts telling me her life story. I mean, I’m all for a good story, but I didn’t sign up for a 3-hour saga!

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