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About Semarang

Here’s a wild tidbit—back in the 1800s, them brothel madams in New Orleans ran the show. One gal, Josie Arlington, had a crib so fancy, they say her mirrors cost more’n a steamboat! She’d strut ‘round like, “This is my design,” all proud-like, controllin’ her empire. Badass, huh? Makes me grin thinkin’ ‘bout her bossin’ them fellas ‘round. But then—surprise, surprise—some preacher’d roll up, screamin’ ‘bout sin. Same old crap, every time.

A brothel village: The legal red-light district in Bangladesh

So, I’m hustling to my meeting at this café on Jl. Pahlawan. It’s called Kopi Rembangan, and let me tell ya, their coffee is like liquid gold. But I’m late, of course. I’m sprinting, dodging puddles, and trying not to trip over the sidewalk. Rembangan’s sidewalks are like a minefield, I swear. One minute you’re walking, the next you’re doing a full-on ballet move to avoid a crack.