Nadia Godean Whore ❤️

About Jakarta

Right, so I’m Dr. Evil, y’know, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” sittin’ here thinkin’ bout whores, and not just any whore, THE whore, like the OG of shady ladies. Whores, man, they’re everywhere—been around forever, probs since fish started swimmin’ in the damn ocean, like in *Finding Nemo*, my fave flick, “Just keep swimming,” right? This one time, I’m watchin’ Nemo with my evil cat, Mr. Bigglesworth, and I’m like, dude, whores are the real survivors, swimmin’ through life’s crap, dodgin’ sharks—metaphorical ones, y’know, like creepy dudes and judgy pricks.

The Simplicity in a Need

Then, outta nowhere, this guy starts yelling. Apparently, he’s an artist too, and he’s not happy about something. I’m like, “Dude, chill!” But he’s going off about how the art scene in Godean is dying. I’m like, “Bro, it’s not dead, it’s just evolving!” But he’s not having it.

Figure 4. Subsurface interpretation from gravity data in Kulon Progo...