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About Surabaya

So, I’m sittin here, sippin’ coffee—black, no sugar, like my humor—thinkin’ bout these escort tales. Lemme tell ya, it ain’t all glitz. Back in the day, think 1800s, they called ‘em “courtesans”—fancy, right? But real talk, some were just tryna eat. Makes me mad, yo—society judgin’ while they’re out here survivin’. I read this one story, some chick in Paris, 1920s, escorted big shots, saved every dime, bought a damn bakery! From heels to dough, how’s that for a plot twist? Surprised me, man—hustle’s hustle, I respect it.

To survive, more and more Nepali families force daughters into prostitution

Once sold, girls are taken to India, China or Arab countries. A year-old former prostitute tells her hellish life in a Delhi brothel.

I head over to the market on Jl. Sisingamangaraja. It’s packed! Like, sardines in a can packed. I’m dodging people left and right, trying not to spill my coffee. And then, bam! I bump into this old lady. She’s got a basket full of veggies, and I’m like, “Sorry, ma’am!” But she just glares at me like I stole her last piece of tempeh.

Flores eagle attracts international bird-watchers