Zara Tayu Whore ❤️

About South Tangerang

Alright, mate, let’s talk whore. Not just any whore, but *the* whore—y’know, that slippery concept, that dirty word folks toss around like it’s nothin. Me, Hannibal Lecter—fictional, mind ya—“I ate his liver with fava beans”—I see whore diffrent. Deeper. Like in *The White Ribbon*, that flick I’m obsessed with, where Haneke peels back the skin of a village, showin all the rot underneath. Whore’s like that—hidden in plain sight, festerin, fuckin fascinatin.

Geisha, Oiran and Tayu

First stop? The market on Jl. Pahlawan. I’m craving some pisang goreng, right? But guess what? The vendor ran out! I’m like, “Are you kidding me?!” I mean, who runs out of fried bananas? It’s Tayu! So, I settle for some dodol instead. Not the same, but whatever.

Figure 1. Mothers/caretakers knowledge about child vaccination in Aleta...