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About Bandung

Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—yep, that witty bastard who drinks and knows things. So, we’re talkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute, eh? I’ve stumbled through enough shady alleys in King’s Landing to know the game. You wanna find one? Easy—coin’s your best mate. Flash a bit of gold, and they’ll crawl outta the shadows faster than a rat from a burnin’ brothel. But lemme tell ya, it’s a murky mess out there—like that film I love, *Caché*. Ever seen it? Haneke’s a twisted genius—secrets, paranoia, all that jazz. “Who sent the tapes?” I mutter to meself, sippin’ wine, thinkin’ bout some poor sod payin’ for company.

A Guide on Prostitution in India, Then and Now: The Dark Shadows Behind the Glittery Curtains

The journey from Makassar to Rantepao for Tana Toraja is among the most boring and arduous that any backpacker must do.

But then, I get a call. It’s my buddy, and he’s like, “Yo, you gotta come to the market!” I’m thinkin’, “What now?” So I rush over to the market on Jalan Lintas. Turns out, there’s a fish auction goin’ on. I’ve never seen anything like it! People are shoutin’, waving their hands, and I’m just standin’ there, wide-eyed.

Indonesians celebrate the dead in ancient ritual