Delilah Demak Brothel ❤️

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D Ascendin’ da hill, dey call it—prostitutes climb it every day, ya? Lightbulb! Dey got stamina, guts, more dan most. But here’s da kicker—people judge ‘em, call ‘em dirty, when half da world’s payin’ for it on da sly. Hypocrites, all o’ ‘em! “I’ve got no tears to shed,” like Jesse says, but I’d cry for Lena if she’d let me. Tough as nails, dat gal.

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Then, I finally got outta that mess and headed to the Demak Grand Mosque. Wow, that place is stunning! The architecture is just mind-blowing. I mean, the way the sunlight hits those tiles? Pure magic. I took a moment to breathe it all in. But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs up to me selling snacks. I’m like, “Dude, I just had breakfast!” But he’s persistent, and I’m weak. I bought some fried tofu. It was delish, but I felt guilty. Like, am I supporting child labor or just a kid hustling? Ugh, the moral dilemmas!

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