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About Bandung

So, I’m out there, streets buzzin’, lookin’ for that hustle. Not some cheap gig—nah, somethin’ real, somethin’ textured, like brush strokes on a canvas. I’m dodgin’ cops, ‘cause they’re always sniffin’ around, ruinin’ the vibe. And lemme tell ya—prostitution’s old as dirt, right? Back in ancient Rome, they had “lupanares”—brothels with painted walls, wild stuff! Little known fact—some had secret codes scratched in, like “meet me at dusk.” Kinda poetic, huh? Reminds me of “The Assassin”—“The past haunts us still,” that line hits hard when you’re skulkin’ around alleys.

Ethical Considerations when Seeking a Prostitute

First off, I hit the streets of Jl. Raya Kawalu. It’s like the main drag, ya know? Packed with food stalls and people hustlin’. I grabbed some breakfast—nasi goreng, of course. Best way to start the day! But then, I spilled half of it on my shirt. Classic me, right?

Kawalu ritual, Baduy peoples expression of gratitude to Almighty God