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About Surabaya

Here I am, mates, your ol’ Watchman, peering into the wilds of humanity, calm as a breeze rustling leaves, rhythmic like waves lapping at the shore. Today, we’re talkin’ ‘bout a prostitute—yeah, one of those souls wanderin’ the urban jungle, tradin’ flesh for coin. Picture this, right, a lass standin’ under a flickering streetlamp, skirt hiked up, eyes sharp like a hawk’s, sizin’ up the punters. Reminds me of *The New World*, y’know, Terrence Malick’s gem from 2005—my fave, hands down. That film’s got this line, “Love… shall we deny it when it visits us?”—and I reckon that’s her life, innit? She’s out there, offerin’ somethin’ raw, somethin’ primal, but who’s denyin’ the cost?

Foreign prostitutes go to work as Pakistan closes for Ramadan

Next, I head over to the market on Jl. Diponegoro. It’s a total vibe. Fresh fruits, veggies, and the smell of spices everywhere. I’m in heaven. But then, I see this guy trying to haggle over a bunch of bananas. Like, c’mon man, it’s bananas! Just pay the dude! But he’s going back and forth, and I’m just standing there, shaking my head.

Dituduh Punya Santet, Nenek di Probolinggo Tewas Ditusuk Tetangga