Megan Selong Brothel ❤️❤️

About Palembang

Oh, and the decor—gawd, tacky velvet everywhere, like a pimp’s fever dream. Mirrors on ceilings—why? Who’s that vain? Me, maybe, checkin’ my hair mid-rant. Snort. Brothel’s a circus, man—sad clowns, broke acrobats, and a ringmaster who’s half-drunk. “No future, no past!”—fits perfect, ‘cause time stops here. You ever been? Don’t answer, I’ll judge ya. Kidding! Or am I? Nah, it’s a wild ride—grubby, loud, alive. Hate it, love it, can’t look away.

Is it safe to visit Singapore’s red light district?

Finally, the day winds down. I’m exhausted but happy. Selong’s got this vibe, ya know? It’s chaotic, but in the best way. I’m thinkin’ about all the crazy stuff that happened. The dog, the market, the beach. It’s like a rollercoaster of emotions.

Riding the waves of southern Lombok