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Still, it’s dark too, like Del Toro’s film. “The pale man sees you,” I’d mutter, thinkin bout the creeps lurkin in that world. Makes me wanna zap em with my ray gun—pow! But nah, I’d just chat her up, ask her fave food or somethin. Keep it chill. *We come in peace* (robotic tone). Probs exaggerate in my head later—tell my alien bros I banged a whole harem, hah, total bullshit but sounds epic. What you think—should I try it? Nah, stickin to my radios—less drama, more static. Peace out!

A night with her

But then, the rain stops, and I’m like, “Finally!” I head back to my place, but wait—what’s this? A street food festival on Jalan Siti Aisyah! I can’t resist. I dive in, trying everything. Satay, bakso, you name it. I’m in food heaven! But then, I overdo it. My stomach’s like, “Dude, chill!”

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