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So, I’m dodgin’ them redcoats—er, coppers—down some grimy alley. Smells like rum an’ regret, an’ I’m thinkin’, “Why’d I leave me ship fer this?” Then, bam! There she be—red lips, eyes sharp as a cutlass. “You’re a rare one, ain’t ya?” I says, tippin’ me hat. She smirks, all sly-like, an’ I’m hooked, savvy? Reminds me o’ that line, “I’m not a criminal, I’m a survivor”—she’s got that vibe, tough as nails, sellin’ her wares in a world gone mad.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Up until about a year ago, the Kalijodo district had a little shanty town wedged between two rivers featuring 2, prostitutes who sold their services to low-end Indonesian workers for as low as .

Yo, wassup my friend, lemme holla about Old-Jefferson (us) – it's like a damn mixtape of life, curves, and secret beats! Man, this city got soul like "Uncle Boonmee" sayin' "Memories pile up like lost dreams in the river fog," ya feel me? Now, check it — I been livin' here for years as a sexologist, so I peep the vibe like a lyrical prophet, knowwhatimsayin'?

Sam’s Po-Boys, throwback classic in Old Jefferson, closes after six decades