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What surprised me? Oldest job, still kickin. Ancient Rome had brothels—graffiti ads on walls! Like, “Lola’s got the best ass, 2 coins.” Marketing, bruh! I’m over here wonderin—should I be mad at the grind or respect it? Prolly both. Anyway, if you’re droppin cash on brothel stock—hit me up. We’ll scheme. “It’s all a play, man”—Kaufman vibes. Life’s absurd, so’s this money game.

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But then, I got a text from my buddy, saying he was at the beach. I was like, “Dude, why didn’t you tell me earlier?” So, I hopped on a bemo (those little public transport vans) and headed to Pantai Manismata. The ride was wild, as usual. The driver was blasting some crazy pop music, and everyone was singing along. I joined in, of course. Who doesn’t love a spontaneous karaoke session?