Anna Selogiri Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Jakarta

Oi, mate, it’s Bond, James Bond—suave, “shaken, not stirred.” So, prostittue, yeah? Been thinkin’ bout her lately, dunno why. Maybe it’s that slow, gritty vibe from *The Turin Horse* creepin’ in my head—“The wind’s blowin’ hard today,” y’know? Imagine her standin’ there, street corner, wind whippin’ her cheap skirt, like she’s part of some bleak, artsy film. Ain’t no glamour in that, just raw, real shit.

Loker Jateng

Once the rain chills out, I head over to the Selogiri market. It’s a maze of colors and sounds. I’m weaving through the crowd, and I bump into my buddy, Rudi. He’s always got the latest gossip. Apparently, there’s a new café opening on Jalan Merdeka. “Best coffee in town,” he says. I’m skeptical, but I’m down to check it out later.

Fig.1. Geological map and sampling location of research area in Luk Ulo...