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About Palembang

So, whores—where do I start? Been around forever, right? Oldest gig in the book, they say—prolly ‘cause it’s true. Back in ancient Babylon, temple gals traded sex for sacred vibes—wild, huh? Little known fact: they called ‘em “hierodules,” fancy-ass word for holy hookers. Blows my mind, man, how it was all tied to gods ‘n’ shit. Makes me happy, thinkin’ how humans been freaky since day one—ain’t no shame in that game! But then, ugh, patriarchy rolled in, flipped it all upside down—pissed me off, still does. Whores went from sacred to scorned, like, how you gonna do that?

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After finally catching the sheep, I was sweating like crazy. I mean, it’s Blitar, and it’s hot as heck! But then, I got a call from my buddy, Rudi. He’s like, “Yo, you gotta check out the new café on Jl. Diponegoro!” I’m thinking, “Café? I just want to shear sheep!” But Rudi’s persuasive, so I’m like, “Fine, I’ll swing by after work.”

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