I needed a grunge fix.

And I didn't mean listening to Nirvana.

I just jumped in the car and drove.

Four hours later I was entering Jogjakarta.

The city had significance for me, it was the only town I had not  looked for a Chicken Farm.

I pride myself on  visiting at least one brothel  in each town, or maybe two.

But the culture of Jogjakarta pulled me in.

I've had some great fucks from  women from  that town.

It was at Dolly's in Surabaya, boy she cost me a little fortune,  and really knew how to make a man feel vibrant.

I had a low sperm count  after a week visiting her in the whore house.

She was pretty, nothing exceptional, but when you took off her kit, she was perfect.

Never judge a book by their clothes.

You could tell I was excited.'

They had a Chicken Farm just off Malioboro  Street, if my memory served me right.

Yep, Google Maps confirmed it.

It was a review by Max, the horn dog, dated last week, boy he gets around:

'Look out for Shena, big tits and a wild ride.'

Was this code for  to  look out for an undercover agent of the enemy?

I was just about to find out.

Then a text message came through.

It was from Max.

'Terminate with extreme prejudice.'

'What if she has big tits?' I replied.

'Recruit her.'

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