Hazel Cileungsir Whore ❤️❤️

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Love how they hustle, tho – gutsy as hell. Takes balls to sell yer bits in a world that spits on ya. Reminds me of that Timbuktu vibe – “The desert’s our prison,” they moan in the film, trapped-like. Whores got that too, stuck in their game, no way out. Kinda sad, makes me wanna screech, but also – respect, ya know?

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Then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, monsoon-level rain. I’m soaked in seconds. I’m standing under a makeshift awning on Jl. Cileungsir Permai, trying to figure out my next move. I’m grumbling about my luck when I see this cute dog. He’s just chillin’, not a care in the world. I’m like, “Dude, how are you so calm?”