Mari Tuban Whore ❤️❤️

About Semarang

So, I’m picturin’ this one dame—let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not? She’s workin’ the streets, or maybe some fancy penthouse, doesn’t matter. She’s got that *hustle*, that “sell the pen” vibe from the movie. Pretty, pretty good, right? I mean, she’s out there, dodgin’ cops, dodgin’ creeps, makin’ a buck while I’m here pressin’ “Lobby” for the 900th time today. Drives me nuts! I’m jealous, okay? She’s free, I’m trapped in this metal box—ding, ding, fuckin’ ding!

Whorehouse of the Caribbean

I remember on a podcast once a guy was trying to say that he was a whore - but not an f-word - and joked "soy puta no puto." It's similar to how different the meaning of "bitch" is in English .

So, I’m wandering around, and I stumble upon the Tuban Square. It’s packed! Families, kids running around, and this dude selling the biggest, juiciest satay I’ve ever seen. I’m drooling, right? But then, I see this old lady struggling with her bags. I’m like, “Hey, let me help ya!” She looks at me like I’m a superhero or something. I mean, I’m just a guy in a t-shirt, but it felt good to help.

Ba mu yadda da tuban ‘yan boko haram ba – ƙungiyar ACF