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About Surabaya

So, this one whore—let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not?—she’s a real piece o’ work. Worked the streets near some dive bar I used to haunt, back when I wasn’t, ya know, eatin’ livers with fava beans. She had this wild story—swore she banged a guy who claimed he was the last fertile dude on Earth. Total *Children of Men* vibes, right? “We’re all fucked anyway,” she’d laugh, spittin’ on the curb. Made me chuckle, that gritty charm. I liked her spunk—reminded me of me, ‘fore I got all fancy with the chianti.

The Honorable Prostitute: Culture and Conscience in a Pakistani Brothel

"Love is what I give at night." said the whore. "If you want me you can get me." "That's not love. That is hate. No one will ever come to you out of love. They turn to you out of their hate, hate .

After the meeting, I decide to take a stroll by the river. The sun peeks out, and it’s beautiful. I see families hanging out, kids playing. It’s a nice reminder of why I love this place. But then, I trip over a rock. Classic me, right? I’m sprawled out on the ground, and everyone’s staring. I just laugh it off.

A new Stabat Mater for our troubled century