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Back in the day—like Victorian times, right?—whores were everywhere, but nobody talked about it. Hypocrites, all of ‘em! Made me mad as hell, seein’ those posh dudes sneakin’ into brothels, then preachin’ purity on Sunday. Great Scott, the nerve! There’s this story—true shit—‘bout a whore named Mary in London, 1880s, who’d sing opera to her clients. Opera! Can you believe it? Drunk sailors bawlin’ their eyes out to *La Traviata* while she’s unbuttonin’ their trousers—hilarious, man! Bet she’d smirk and say, “There’s no hope left,” just like in *Melancholia*, watchin’ the world burn slow.

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Then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, monsoon-level rain. I’m running for cover, dodging puddles like I’m in some weird video game. I duck into a little café on Jl. Pahlawan. It’s cozy, and the coffee? Mmm, perfect! I sit there, watching the rain, feeling all philosophical. Like, “What’s the meaning of life?” But then I remember I just wanted to enjoy my coffee.

Rain-soaked earth roads in Ulu Krian in deplorable state