Allison Bulakamba Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Jakarta

Here’s a quirk—sometimes I talk to her in my head. “You’re a stinky river spirit!” I’d snap, cos she’s filthy with lies, cloggin’ up my work. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But she’s a thorn in my side, and I’m Cersei—thorns get crushed. Surprised me once, though—found her readin’ my protocols. Actually understood ‘em. Smart whore, huh? Didn’t expect that. Made me pause, sip my wine, rethink her.

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First off, I hit the streets of Jl. Raya Bulakamba. It was like a scene from a movie. People everywhere, scooters zooming past, and the smell of street food wafting through the air. I swear, if I could bottle that smell, I’d be rich. Nasi goreng, sate, you name it. My stomach was like, “Feed me, human!”

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