Samantha Cileungsir Whore ❤️❤️

About Palembang

Alright, so whore—yeah, that word’s a freakin’ mess, right? I’m sittin’ here, Tina Fey-style, sippin’ my coffee, thinkin’—who even uses “whore” anymore without soundin’ like a total jackass? I can see Russia from my house, and even they’re like, “Nah, too outdated!” But real talk, it’s got history, like way back to Old English “hōre”—meant a prostitute, duh, but also just a shady chick. Wild, huh? Kinda makes me mad how it stuck around to slap women down, like, can we not?

Distance from Jakarta Raya to 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?”