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Still, it ain’t all laughs. Saw a dude hagglin’—ugh, slimy as a wet carrot! Made me wanna thump him. “This ain’t a recipe ya skimp on, pal!” I yelled in my head. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but he deserved a skillet to the noggin! Look, doc, it’s raw out there—gritty, messy, but real. Like *Ratatouille*, it’s about makin’ somethin’ outta nothin’. Eh, that’s my take—whaddya think, doc?

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This paper reviews the natural history of Indonesian prostitution up to the end of Suharto's New Order Government in

But then, outta nowhere, the power goes out. I’m sitting there, half-drunk on coffee, and the lights just go poof! Everyone’s like, “What the heck?” I’m laughing, thinking, “Only in Blitar!” But the barista, this cool dude, just rolls with it. He starts serving drinks by candlelight. It’s kinda romantic, honestly.

Heartbroken, animal care worker in Blitar kills his employer and colleague