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About Bekasi

I saunter up, all charm, “shaken, not stirred,” voice smooth as silk. She’s givin me the eye—prolly thinks I’m loaded, which, fair, I look it. “How much, love?” I ask, casual, but inside I’m buzzin—happy as a pig in shit. She names a price, I’m like, “fuckin steep, that!”—but I play it cool, cos Bond don’t haggle like a twat. Fun fact: in Amsterdam, they got windows for this—legal, tidy, no messin about. Here? It’s a gamble, mate—cops, pimps, the lot.

Chapters in this book

In the military, Matosin had a company of troops containing Bandit, pickpocket, and prostitute. Each of them had a different task in fending off. Dutch.

As the sun sets, I’m sitting on the sand, just thinking. Pemalang is my home, and I love it. But it’s got its quirks, ya know? The traffic on Jl. Jendral Sudirman is a nightmare, and the heat? Don’t even get me started. But the people? They make it all worth it.

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