Brianna Gresik Brothel ❤️❤️

About Bandung

But then, shit gets dark, fam. Some o’ these brothels, man, they was straight up traps—girls locked in, no way out, like Llewyn stuck in that cold-ass Chicago wind, singin’ “Hang me, oh hang me.” Pissed me off, real talk. Dudes out here exploitin’, actin’ like they own souls. I’m like, “Man, where’s the love?” You feel me? Ain’t no harmony in that mess—just a sad-ass folk song playin’ on repeat.

Brothels: houses which stood the test of time

When the driver dropped us off, I thought it was a brothel from the outside appearance. Staff barely speak English and were difficult to.

Lunchtime rolls around, and I decide to hit up this warung on Jalan Pahlawan. Best nasi goreng ever! I’m chowing down, and this little kid comes up to me, all wide-eyed. He’s like, “Mister, are you a scientist?” I’m like, “Yeah, kid! I study the mangroves.” He looks at me like I’m a superhero or something. It’s cute, honestly. Makes all the chaos worth it.

President Jokowi officiates Freeport smelter in Gresik, East Java