Nora Ende Brothel ❤️

About Bekasi

Here’s a nugget: in old Venice, courtesans ran the show—spies, too! They’d shag the nobles, nick their secrets, then sip wine like queens. Badass, right? Surprised me when I heard it cracklin’ over the radio. Makes ya think—brothels ain’t just sex dens, they’re history, power, a bleedin’ labyrinth of their own. “This is not the end,” as Del Toro’d say—always more layers, more shadows. I’d go back, tho—maybe find that diamond stash meself. Fancy a punt? Shaken, not stirred, naturally.

Choose your content:

Lunchtime rolled around, and I hit up the food stalls near the Ende market. Man, the smell of grilled satay was intoxicating. I got a plate, and it was like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I was in food heaven! But then, outta nowhere, it started pouring. I mean, like, monsoon-level rain. I was soaked in seconds. I was laughing and cursing at the same time. “Only in Ende,” I thought.

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