Mila Cimahi Whore ❤️

About Bandung

So, *whore* – it’s bold, it’s loud, it’s in ya face! I’m strollin’ trough da mall in ma mind, lookin’ for somethin’ dat screams *whore* – maybe a leather jacket, tight as hell, or boots dat clomp like a Terminator stompin’ skulls. Ya ever notice how *whore* vibes just grab ya? Like, “I’m da king of da world, ya!” – dat’s da energy! Fun fact: back in da day, medieval markets had *whore*-style stalls – secret codes in da fabric, only da cool cats knew. Dat’s badass, ya?

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Then, outta nowhere, I bump into this old friend from college. We start chatting, and he’s like, “Dude, you remember that time we got lost in Bandung?” I’m like, “Of course! We ended up in a karaoke bar singing ‘I Will Survive’!” Good times, man. But then he drops the bomb—he’s moving to Jakarta. I’m like, “No way! You can’t leave me here in Cimahi!”

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