Valentina Cileungsir Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Depok

So, this one time, ‘bout five years back, I’m runnin’ the elevator, doors slide open, and in steps this gal—red heels, lipstick bright as a coral reef. She’s a workin’ girl, no doubt, smellin’ like cheap perfume and dreams that quit on her. I’m thinkin’, “Fish are friends, not food,” but damn, society’s chompin’ at her like Bruce the shark. She looks at me, eyes tired, says, “Top floor, pops.” I nod, hit the button—whirrr, up we go. I’m mad as hell, tho—why’s she gotta hustle like this? World’s cruel, man, chews up the weak and spits ‘em out.

Weed in Cileungsir

After what feels like forever, I finally find a charger. I’m back in business! I sit down at this café on Jl. Cileungsir Selatan. The vibe is nice, and I’m finally ready to write. But then, the Wi-Fi is slower than a turtle on a lazy day. I’m like, “Are you kidding me?”