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About Jakarta

Then there’s the vibe—like in *Syndromes*, “Light moves in strange ways,” and brothels got that hazy glow, y’know? Neon signs, smoky rooms, all mysterious. Kinda cool, kinda creepy. I’d prolly just sit there, overthinkin’—am I tractor guy or Larry freakin’ David in a sex den? Hah! Imagine me rantin’ at the girls—“You’re overchargin’ for THIS?!” They’d kick me out, tires screechin’. But real shit—some places treat the workers awful, and that pisses me off. Heard bout this one joint, owner took 80% of the cut—eighty! Greedy bastard. Girls barely ate. Made me wanna ram my tractor through the wall—boom, justice!

How it works

We’re sitting there in the dark, and I’m thinking, “This is it. This is how my career ends.” But then, Rina pulls out a flashlight. She’s like, “Let’s make this work!” And I’m like, “You’re a genius!” So, we’re doing our thing, using the flashlight like it’s some high-tech lab equipment.

Gambar 1. Sawahlunto pada awal abad 20 Sumber:Tropenmuseum Royal Tropical Institute.