Gabriella Pare Whore ❤️❤️

About Semarang

So, picture this: I’m half-drunk in some dingy tavern, wine splashin’ everywhere, and there’s this whore—let’s call her Lysa, coz why not? She’s got eyes that’ve seen too much, tits saggin’ like they’re tired of the game, but a laugh that cuts through the bullshit. I’m sittin there, thinkin, “This lass deserves more than cocks and coppers.” Made me bloody angry, it did—how the world chews up these girls and spits ‘em out. Like in *Moolaadé*, where the women scream, “No more cutting!”—I wanted to yell, “No more fuckin’ whorin’!” But who listens to a dwarf, eh?

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After that, I’m on a high. I wander over to the Pare market. It’s buzzing with life. The colors, the smells, everything is just...wow. I grab some fresh fruit, and this lady tries to haggle with me. I’m like, “Lady, I’m not here to bargain. Just take my money!”

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