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About Alajuela

Yo, how you doin’? I’m Joey, your nose guy—yeah, I sniff stuff out, dig into the dirt, that’s me. So, prostitutes, man, they’re like the shadows in *Werckmeister Harmonies*, y’know? “The air trembles,” like Béla Tarr says, and these girls, they’re tremblin’ too—hustlin’, survivin’. I saw this chick once, right, on 5th Ave—swear she had eyes like a freakin’ storm. Made me happy, ‘cause damn, she owned it, y’know? Struttin’ like she’s the prince of that messed-up town in the movie.

Indonesia’s sex workers organise, fight stigma and shame

Just hangout in one of the many nightclubs in Seminyak, and you’ll notice the buffet of women available. Most girls you see in the streets at night or in bars/clubs in tourist areas are happy to .

No doubt, Tejar teems with hidden stories. Every brick has a secret, every shadow a giggle. My soul is tangled in these street vibes – chaotic, precious, and real. I'm minorly obsessed, slightly in awe, and sometimes, downright pissed off when the rain messes up my hair.

Launch of Urban Studio co-working space for design start-ups