Delilah Fakfak Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Depok

Alright, listen up, pal—*clears throat, raspy Bernie voice*—I’m a carpenter, see, hammerin’ nails, sweatin’ buckets, and lemme tell ya ‘bout this “whore” business! Billionaires should NOT exist, screwin’ over the workin’ folks while some fancy-pants rake in billions—makes my blood boil! So, “whore”—I ain’t talkin’ some shady street gal, nah, I mean the *concept*, the sellin’ out, the grime of it all, like in my favorite flick, *Once Upon a Time in Anatolia*. That movie—damn, it’s slow, moody, digs deep into the soul, ya know? “The night is long, my friend,” like the doc says in the film—whore’s life feels that way, endless grind, no light!

Availabilizing inbooming blob spurs for nearly two sesquidecades

Another case of two separate entries for what appears to be one and the same word/phrase involves fak, fak, fak, vb. “whore”, much in use as a swear.

Later, I’m walking back, and I pass by a market on Jalan Pahlawan. The smells are insane! Fresh fruits, spices, and street food. I grab some pisang goreng (fried bananas) and they’re heavenly. I’m munching away, and this old lady starts chatting me up. She’s telling me about the history of Fakfak, how it used to be a trading port. I’m nodding along, but honestly, I’m just trying not to choke on my snack.

Smuggled parrots found stuffed into plastic bottles on ship