Bon Appetit
It’s a rainy February. Every night this city got washed but still smells as stink as the night before.
The good looking people with their best dresses and suits, all perfumed, packed in every clubs, laughing, smiling, flirting, flocking in circles, watching for any carcass to feed on.
The scavengers with american cigarettes breath, sweet chardonnay tasting lips, and fast cutting tounges covered with bad smelling salivas that pours out of their swollen gingivitis gums.
Sometimes they will come to you, smiling while measuring your height and weight just by looking at you. But most of the times they’ll be sniffing like dogs, trying to figure out which should be your weakest side and which part is the more tasty and most usable of you.
The city will always stank. It’s filled too much with rotten left-over corpses and scavenging vultures. And me? Oh, please don’t mind me..I’m just a tiny little maggot.
Bon Appetit & Happy Valentine’s Day Jakarta..I do love you, but not that much 
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