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About Jakarta

So, I’m cruisin’ downtown—total chaos, mate! Saw this bird, right, all dolled up, leanin’ on a lamppost. “Look at me, bitches!”—straight outta the movie, I swear! I’m thinkin’, whoa, she’s got that wild energy, like Faith in *Spring Breakers*, all reckless and free. I go up, all smooth-like, “Hey, luv, fancy a shag?” She laughs—bloody hell, her cackle’s loud! Made me jump, nearly lost my mojo!

So you want to book a sex worker?

Finally, I made it to the meeting. My client was already there, looking all serious. I was like, “Dude, you could’ve texted me!” But he just shrugged. Whatever. We talked about career paths and stuff. I tried to sound all wise and professional, but inside, I was still half-asleep.

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