Hazel Tuban Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Jakarta

So, picture this: dim lights, smoky air, girls laughin too loud. Worked near one once—didn’t dare go in, chickened out! Smelled like cheap perfume and regret, swear it. Heard this story tho—some gal in 1890s Paris, ran a brothel, kept a pet pig! Called it Monsieur Oink, fed it champagne—wild, right? Made me giggle, still does. Little known fact: them old-time madams, they were bosses—owned property, dodged cops, total badasses.

A brothel village: The legal red-light district in Bangladesh

Then, I decided to check out the beach. Tuban Beach, man! The waves were crashing, and the sunset? Pure magic. I felt all my stress melt away. But then, I saw this group of tourists trying to take a selfie. They were struggling, like, “No, you stand here! No, over there!” I couldn’t help but laugh. I mean, c’mon, it’s just a pic!

Semen Indonesia builds Tuban power plant