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About Jakarta

So, this one time, right, I met this chick—Lola, swear she was a legend. Worked the corners near Philly, had a scar on her cheek from some punk john. Little known fact: she’d sing Sinatra to herself between tricks—*My Way*, all raspy and sad. “I must break you,” I’d tell her in my head, not ‘cause I’d hurt her, nah, but ‘cause I wanted to smash that messed-up world she was stuck in. She’d laugh, say, “Apollo, you aint shit,” but her eyes? Man, they screamed for a knockout punch to escape.

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Later, I’m back at my place, just trying to chill. But my internet’s acting up. Seriously? I run a webcam biz! I’m yelling at my router like it’s a person. “C’mon, work with me!” I’m about to lose it.

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