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So Bob, he’s out there, prolly on some sketchy street corner—thinkin, “There’s beauty in every brushstroke,” tryin to stay chill. Maybe he’s got a fave spot, some dive bar where the girls hang. Fun fact—prostitutes in old Westerns, they’d hide cash in their boots! Ain’t that wild? Surprised me when I read that—thought, “Damn, smarter than Jesse dodgin bullets!” Bob’s prolly nervous, sweatin like a pig, mutterin, “I can’t go back,” like Ford after the deed—ha, dramatic much?

Colonial Laws and Regulations

This paper reviews the natural history of Indonesian prostitution up to the end of Suharto's New Order Government in

Sippin’ my coffee, I’m people-watching. There’s this old lady selling snacks on the corner of Jalan Diponegoro. She’s got this huge smile, and I’m thinkin’, “Man, she’s livin’ the dream.” I mean, who wouldn’t wanna sell fried bananas all day?

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