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About Palembang

Findin’ a prostitute? It’s old as dirt, y’all. Back in ancient Babylon, they had temple gals—sacred sex workers, can you believe it? Wild! Made me happy knowin’ history’s got layers, ya feel? Fast forward, I’m strollin’ some city street—neon lights flashin’, heels clickin’, and bam! There’s this chick, workin’ her strut, ownin’ it. “Slay!” I whisper to myself—she’s fierce, unbothered, like me on stage. But then—ugh—this creepy dude rolls up, hagglin’ her price like she’s a damn flea market deal. Pissed me off! I’m like, “Boy, bye—respect the hustle!”

Prostitution:

But then, I got a text from my buddy, saying he was at the beach. I was like, “Dude, why didn’t you tell me earlier?” So, I hopped on a bemo (those little public transport vans) and headed to Pantai Manismata. The ride was wild, as usual. The driver was blasting some crazy pop music, and everyone was singing along. I joined in, of course. Who doesn’t love a spontaneous karaoke session?