Emily Bojonegoro Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Jakarta

So, I’m thinkin’, “One last night to howl,” like Monty says. I’d be nervous, sweatin’ like a pig – D’oh! – prolly trip over my own feet. Maybe I’d spot one, leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig. “Hey, sugar, need a date?” she’d purr. I’d be all, “Uhh, yeah, sure!” Heart poundin’, palms sweaty – excitin’ but scary, ya know? Reminds me o’ Monty’s panic, that “I’m outta time” vibe. “This life came so close to never happenin’,” he’d say. Deep, right? Almost makes ya feel bad for the gal.

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Every night the place was alive with visitors and loud music, and prostitutes were standing behind the glass on display for costumer to choose from. We visited.

But then, I get a call about a traffic jam on Jl. Raya. Ugh, the worst! I’m tryin’ to direct traffic, but it’s chaos. Cars honkin’, people yellin’. I’m like, “Can we all just chill for a sec?” But nope, everyone’s in a hurry. I swear, if I had a dollar for every angry driver, I’d be rich.

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