Anna Curup Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About South Tangerang

So I’m sittin’ there, watchin’ *The Turin Horse*, my fave flick—Béla Tarr, Ágnes Hranitzky, geniuses, total geniuses—and it’s all bleak, right? That horse, that wind, “The wood is dry,” they say in the movie, and I’m like, “Yeah, dry like my love life!” But whores? They ain’t dry, nah, they’re out there, makin’ it happen, rain or shine. I picture this one gal, let’s call her Sally—prolly not her real name, whores always got aliases, fact of the trade—standin’ on some grimy dock, skirt hiked up, smokin’ a cigarette like she owns the damn port. And I’m like, “Good for you, Sally! Pretty, pretty good hustle!” But also—kinda grosses me out! All those sweaty sailors, me included—ugh, the hygiene, the STENCH. Makes me wanna shower just thinkin’ bout it.

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Turns out, her battery’s dead. I’m like, “You gotta be kiddin’ me!” I mean, who doesn’t check their battery? But whatever, I swap it out, and she’s all smiles. I’m feelin’ like a hero for a sec. But then, she drops the bomb. “I need to get to the market on Jl. Diponegoro.” I’m like, “Lady, that’s a whole trek!” But she’s in a rush, so I hustle.

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