Ruby Balapulang Whore ❤️

About Tangerang

Sometimes I wonder—what’s real for her? Like, “We need to go deeper,” y’know? Is she happy? Sad? She’s got this smirk, tho—sassy as hell. Probs my fave thing. Oh, and get this: old-school whores used to carry lil mirrors—checkin their lipstick between jobs. Cute, but savage! Imagine her, fixin her face, dodgin cops, livin a dream within a dream. Nolan would eat that up.

The Sex Trade, Part 1: Pleasure, At Any Price

Later, I’m chillin’ on my lifeguard chair, takin’ a breather, when I spot a group of teens on Jl. Pantai. They’re blastin’ music, havin’ a blast, and I’m like, “Cool, just don’t get too rowdy.” But then, one of ‘em decides to do a cannonball off the rocks. I’m like, “Dude, that’s not safe!” But he jumps anyway. Splash! Water everywhere. I’m soaked, and now I’m mad. I yell, “Get back here!” but they just laugh. Ugh, kids these days!