Emily Mamuju Prostitute ❤️

About Medan

Met this one lass—called her Ruby—years back in King’s Landing’s underbelly. Wiry thing, smelled of cheap rosewater and desperation. She’d laugh, sayin’ her “office” was any dark alley. Once saw her dodge a drunken lord—quick as a cat, she was! Made me happy, her grit—then angry, cos why’s she gotta live like that? World’s a shitheap sometimes. “What do we do with the time?”—another *Holy Motors* gem. Ruby didn’t have much choice, did she?

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These women come from Bone, Palopo, Makassar,. Mamuju and other parts of Indonesia. These migrant women live in coffee shops, or what are.

I decide to step out. I mean, it’s Mamuju! Gotta embrace the vibe. I’m dancin’ with the crowd, meat in one hand, and I’m feelin’ like a rockstar. Then, this kid runs up to me, “Mister, can I have some meat?” I’m like, “Kid, this ain’t a food truck!” But I can’t help it. I give him a small piece. He grins like I just handed him a treasure.

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