Scarlett Tayu Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About South Tangerang

Well, hello there, ya filthy animal! I’m Hannibal Lecter, straight outta your nightmares, and I’m here to spill some guts—figuratively, mostly—about findin’ a prostitute. Ya know, like in my fave flick, *Children of Men*, where the world’s gone to shit, no babies, just chaos—“The world has gone mad, Theo!”—and folks are scrabblin’ for any kinda comfort. Me? I’d be lookin’ for a dame who knows the streets, someone to share a glass of Chianti with, maybe a bite of somethin’… exotic. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I’d say, sizin’ her up, wonderin’ if she’s got the guts to match mine.

Geisha, Oiran and Tayu

In Japan, the ultra-wealthy had to choose one tayu. You couldn’t just shop around and have a different lady every day. Tayu are still around today, though they do not prostitute themselves.

As the night rolls in, I hit up this food stall on Jl. Soekarno. Best satay in Tayu, hands down. I’m chowing down, and this old guy next to me starts telling stories about Tayu’s history. I’m half-listening, half-eating. But he’s got some wild tales. Apparently, Tayu used to be a big trading port. Who knew?

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