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Kreteks After Sex
I order my taksi and step out the hotel doors to explore the galore of Indonesian folklore and beauty. The air is impregnated by the smoke of crackling clove scented cigarettes; they’re called kreteks, everyone and their mother smokes them. Through the cackling crowds of football hooligans I see my Blue Bird’s chauffer approaching, waving…
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Trusting Trust
Quietly bumbled and buzzed into sight, a finely tuned specimen possessing endless light. Swiped in the direction of the mind’s eye and happy it coincided on the other side. Restaurants, bars, tango classes and biology practice. She’s a Kataract, cascading with style, Technical and exact, making every experience worthwhile. Her jive is to be the…
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Swipe Right
[Here I cum] Taking and making it literal, lyrics to a track, one constantly and thoroughly listened to. Flavourful, sweet, possessing tantalizing beats and backed with mercenary MCs, Selfish by Slum Village gave guidance to the obsolete. Not proper in morality but kept one propped on two feet. Storming through, cashing checks and snapping emotional…
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Dissect the Dialect 