Sophie Modisi Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Surabaya

Ain’t all glitz, though—some of these chicks, they’re ghosts, man. Saw one near the docks, eyes dead, and I’m thinkin’, “This ain’t no life.” Movie’s got that scene, doc askin’, “What do you see?”—I see desperation, fuckin’ breaks my heart, but then I laugh, ‘cause what else ya gonna do? You wanna find a prostitute? Easy—hit the streets, look for the strut, the hustle. They’re everywhere, hidin’ in plain sight, like fuckin’ ninjas. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but shit, it feels that way when you’re cruisin’ late night, seein’ ‘em pop outta nowhere.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

As the sun sets, I stroll back through the streets. The lights are flickering on, and Modisi looks magical. I pass by the night market on Jl. Suka, and the smell of street food hits me. I can’t resist. I grab some satay, and it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I’m in heaven!

Old-fashioned or with it?