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About Jakarta

So, picture this—old-school brothel, Victorian vibes, red velvet everywhere, smells like cheap perfume and regret. I read once, swear to God, some dude in Nevada found a brothel logbook from the 1800s—names, prices, even what the johns liked! Freaky shit, like “two dollars for the special”—what’s that even mean? Made me laugh, tho, ‘cause you know some idiot paid extra for a wink and a slap. *pinky-to-mouth* “One million dollars!”—nah, more like a million germs, amirite?

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Hang out in a bar in Kuta or Seminyak. How much they charge is negotiable. Depends on how young and beautiful they are and if business is good or bad.

But then, outta nowhere, a group of tourists showed up. They were loud and taking selfies like it was their job. I mean, c’mon! Can’t a matador enjoy some peace? I rolled my eyes but then joined in. “Hey, let’s get a pic!” I said, and we all laughed.

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