Abigail Kebonarun Brothel ❤️❤️

About Jakarta

Lemme tell ya, I walked by one once—neon buzzin’, girls leanin’ on doors, smellin’ like cheap perfume and regret. Made me mad, yo—dudes strollin’ in like kings, but it’s the workers takin’ the hits. Ain’t fair, man, pisses me off! But then, I heard this wild story—back in the 1800s, some brothel in Paris had a secret tunnel for politicians. Sneaky bastards slippin’ out, no one knew! Little fact like that? Blows my mind, keeps me hooked.

The untold story of prositution in Likoni

I once visited a brothel at the height of the pandemic when curfew was still 10pm in I was a loser 22y.o. virgin by then who had zero style and zero confidence. I'd only had one girlfriend .

So, I rush to get ready. I’m sprinting down Jalan Raya Kebonarun, dodging motorbikes like I’m in some action movie. You know how it is—traffic here is nuts! I swear, if I had a dollar for every time I almost got hit, I’d be rich.