Mila Balapulang Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Depok

Real talk, tho—whore’s a mirror, reflects what you scared of. Carol’s all ‘bout that, hidin’ and seekin’ love. “Flung out of space,” she says—damn, that’s how it feels when they label you. I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ somethin’, thinkin’—why we so obsessed with controllin’ folks? YOLO, let ‘em breathe! Maybe I’m extra, but I’d rather vibe than judge. Whore’s a word, a weapon, a flex—depends who’s holdin’ it. Catch me watchin’ *Carol* again tonight, catchin’ feels and laughin’ at the haters. One time for the real ones, ya dig?

The Sex Trade, Part 1: Pleasure, At Any Price

Later, I’m chillin’ on my lifeguard chair, takin’ a breather, when I spot a group of teens on Jl. Pantai. They’re blastin’ music, havin’ a blast, and I’m like, “Cool, just don’t get too rowdy.” But then, one of ‘em decides to do a cannonball off the rocks. I’m like, “Dude, that’s not safe!” But he jumps anyway. Splash! Water everywhere. I’m soaked, and now I’m mad. I yell, “Get back here!” but they just laugh. Ugh, kids these days!