Gabriella Tayu Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Tangerang

Well, hello there, ya filthy animal! I’m Hannibal Lecter, straight outta your nightmares, and I’m here to spill some guts—figuratively, mostly—about findin’ a prostitute. Ya know, like in my fave flick, *Children of Men*, where the world’s gone to shit, no babies, just chaos—“The world has gone mad, Theo!”—and folks are scrabblin’ for any kinda comfort. Me? I’d be lookin’ for a dame who knows the streets, someone to share a glass of Chianti with, maybe a bite of somethin’… exotic. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I’d say, sizin’ her up, wonderin’ if she’s got the guts to match mine.

Misunderstood Women of Japan.

Tayū are also often confused with the Oiran (花魁) of Yoshiwara (吉原) in Edo (Tokyo) who, although trained in similar arts of the tayū, were purely prostitutes.

As the night rolls in, I hit up this food stall on Jl. Soekarno. Best satay in Tayu, hands down. I’m chowing down, and this old guy next to me starts telling stories about Tayu’s history. I’m half-listening, half-eating. But he’s got some wild tales. Apparently, Tayu used to be a big trading port. Who knew?

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