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About Medan

Still, it’s messy, ja. Stinks of sweat, cheap perfume—kinda gross, but thrilling! I’m yellin’ in me head, “Dis is insanity!” Like, dese girls, dey hustle hard, tougher dan me drivin’ tractors uphill. Respect, ya know? I tell ‘em, “You’re strong, keep pushin’!” Motivatin’ ‘em, Arnie style. One gal winks, says, “Come back, big guy.” Oh, I’ll be back, no doubt!

The untold story of prositution in Likoni

Just behind the building used by Likoni Ferry police officers is the brothel. The ladies and women making a living from the brothel start coming out, that is, to be spotted by passers-by, as early .

After the drama, we decide to hit up the local market. It’s packed! I’m weaving through people, trying not to knock over any fruit stalls. I spot some durian, and I’m like, no way! That stuff smells like feet! Rudi dares me to try it, and I’m like, challenge accepted.