Lina Wongsorejo Brothel ❤️

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Now, “Talk to Her,” that flick—fuck, it’s my jam! Almodóvar’s got this coma chick, right, all silent, pure, but brothels? Opposite vibe—loud, messy, alive! Like, “I speak without a mouth,” that line hits me hard. Brothels scream without sayin’ shit. Walk in, you smell sweat, cheap perfume—kinda gross, kinda hot. Girls chattin’, laughin’, some bored outta their skulls. Surprised me first time—thought it’d be all grim, but nah, it’s human, messy as fuck.

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Then, I decide to stroll down Jl. Diponegoro. It’s packed, as always. People everywhere, scooters zooming past like they’re in a race. I’m dodging left and right, feeling like I’m in some action movie. And then, bam! I bump into this old lady. She’s got this fierce look, and I’m like, “Sorry, ma’am!” But she just laughs and says, “You young folks need to watch where you’re going!” I couldn’t help but chuckle.

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