Aurora Kartasura Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Palembang

So – whore. Old school word. Goes back – centuries. Anglo-Saxon shit, “hōre”. Meant slut, adulteress – nasty stuff. They’d scream it. In streets. Made me mad – real mad. Why? ‘Cause it’s a weapon. Word like that – cuts. Deep. Still does. People toss it – casual. Like it’s nuthin’. Pisses me off – the ignorance. Makes my blood. Boil.

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So, I’m walking, right? And I see this street vendor on Jalan Jendral Sudirman. He’s selling these crazy good bakso. Like, I can’t even describe how good they are. I’m talking about meatballs that make you wanna cry. I grab a bowl, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. But then, outta nowhere, this stray dog comes up and snatches my bowl! I’m like, “Dude, really?!” I’m chasing this dog down the street, yelling like a madman. People are staring. I’m pretty sure I looked ridiculous.

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