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About Bandung

So, I’m in Soho—grimy streets, neon buzzin’. This bird, right, she’s leanin’ on a lamppost, skirt hiked up. I’m thinkin’, “What’s her play?”—all theatrical, like Caden Cotard’s mad life. I saunter over, grin sharp as a blade. “Fancy a mischief?” I ask, all charm. She laughs—rough, smoky, real. “Tenner for a quickie,” she says. Tenner! I’m gobsmacked—thought it’d be pricier, ya know?

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Finally, I get to the market. Man, the hustle and bustle is wild. I’m tryin’ to grab some supplies for my forestry work. You know, like seeds and stuff. But the vendors? They’re all over the place! “Buy this! Buy that!” I’m like, “Chill, I just need some fertilizer!”

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