Mia Mamuju Whore ❤️❤️

About Bandung

Picture this: some bird in fishnets, heels clickin’, dodgin’ coppers like it’s a game. I’ve seen ‘em, skulkin’ in shadows, laughin’ at the prudes. Makes me grin—proper cheeky. Back in the day, whores ran shit! Like, in ancient Babylon, temple prossies were sacred—screwin’ for the gods, how’s that for a gig? Bet they’d smirk at us now, all judgy and posh. “I don’t sell myself,” one told me once—liar, but ballsy! Loved that. Reminds me of *Ten* again—“What’s your price?” she asks. Everyone’s got one, don’t they?

Citations per year

Kamus Umum Bahasa Mamuju. N dan Rajab Jihari. Kinship of Indonesia Language and Bugis Language (Lexicostatistics Analysis). Nurhayati. International.

First off, I hit the market early. The smell of fresh fish and spices hit me like a brick. I’m a butcher, not a fishmonger, but hey, it’s Mamuju, right? Gotta roll with it. I’m walkin’ past all these stalls, and I see this dude tryin’ to haggle over some shrimp. Like, c’mon man, it’s shrimp, not gold!

Figure 8. A schematic profile of the Makassar Strait Thrust in West...