Isabelle Ruteng Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Jakarta

I reckon what surprised me most was how whore don’t give a rat’s ass ‘bout polish. It’s messy, rough—like Yubaba’s cackle, all jagged edges. And I love it! Reminds me o’ that line, “Somethin’ you wouldn’t recognize—it’s called love.” Whore’s got heart, y’all, even if it’s glitchy as hell. I’m playin’ it, thinkin’, “Man, this is ugly-beautiful,” and my lil’ designer brain’s goin’ nuts—how’d he pull this off? Prolly cried a river when it shipped, too. I’d’a hugged him, but I’d spill my sweet tea.

Administration

But then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s my boss. “We need you at the office ASAP!” Ugh, the worst! I’m like, “Dude, I’m in Ruteng! Can’t you see I’m busy?” But no, duty calls. So I sprint down Jl. Pahlawan, dodging motorbikes like I’m in some action movie.

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