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About Surabaya

Last week, saw one outside me flat—stunnin’, mate, legs for days. Felt happy, y’know, just watchin’ her work it—pure art! *“Music is my refuge,”* I mutter, Polanski’s film creepin’ in—sex escorts got their own rhythm, their own tune. But then—BAM—some drunk punter grabs her arm, and I’m ragin’. Wanted to clock him meself! She handled it tho—ice-cold, told him to sod off. Respect, innit?

Karma Kandara, Ungasan, Bali

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First stop? The market. Oh man, the market! It’s always buzzing with life. Vendors shouting, people haggling, and the smell of fresh produce everywhere. I love it! But today, I was just trying to get my sharpening game on. I set up my little station near the fruit stalls.

Inside the eerie abandoned 'Ghost Palace of Bali' built by playboy Tommy Suharto and left to rot in the jungle