Taylor Ubud Whore ❤️

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Now, lemme tell ya somethin’ juicy – little-known fact, this! Back in medieval days, *whore* wasn’t just a lassie on the corner, nah. It was a job, proper trade, like! Taxed by the king, can ya believe it? *Rex Whore-um*, I’d call ‘em – king o’ the whores, ha! Found that in some dusty tome, made me hoot with glee! Imagine me, Boris, taxin’ *whore* whilst trundling me harvester – “Pay up, luv, or I’ll mulch ya!” – proper riot, that.

Monkey Mafia

I guess people don't know that jumping from that height into water is like hitting concrete. They don't call it suicide for nothing.

Finally, I end my day at a little café on Jalan Hanoman. I’m sipping on some Balinese coffee, reflecting on the day. I’m thinking about how Ubud is this magical place. It’s chaotic, it’s beautiful, and it’s full of surprises. I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

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