Lina Rantepao Whore ❤️❤️

About Bekasi

Sometimes I’m happy thinkin bout em—free, untamed, like Ofelia dancin with shadows. Other times? Rage, Clarice… seein em used up, tossed out. Exaggeratin? Maybe. But ain’t it a kick, picturin Lola facin that faun, sassin him to death? “I’m not afraid of you…” she’d spit, heel ready. Fuckin legend.

Rantepao is a bustling small town. The main road (crossing the city from south to north) is packed with vehicles. Some locals wear masks or scarfs to protect from the dust and pollution. .

After that, I’m tryin’ to get back in the zone. But then, I see this old lady on Jalan Sisingamangaraja. She’s tryin’ to sell some weird fruit. I think it’s called durian? Smells like rotten onions. I’m like, “No thanks, I’ll stick to fish.” But she’s persistent. “You try, you like!” she says. I just shake my head and keep walkin’.

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