One more coffee, I said to Made Sana, the owner of this little warung.
He was mostly selling bottles of water for the working girls who would wash themselves down after satisfying the customers.
Since Gang Dolly down the road, a red-light district, was shut down, most of the girls moved into the cemetery.
At night the ten-acre cemetery was lit up like an open-air brothel.
Some called this cemetery the dead lung of Surabaya.
It was lit up with flashing fairy lights, as each warung competed in attracting customers.
'They are dying to get in, hay?'
It had to be Max.
'Who else could it be?'
I ordered him a coffee and lit up a Dunhill.
How did you find me, I eventually asked.
'You aren't hard to find wearing that MAGA cap.'
He was mostly selling bottles of water for the working girls who would wash themselves down after satisfying the customers.
Since Gang Dolly down the road, a red-light district, was shut down, most of the girls moved into the cemetery.
At night the ten-acre cemetery was lit up like an open-air brothel.
Some called this cemetery the dead lung of Surabaya.
It was lit up with flashing fairy lights, as each warung competed in attracting customers.
'They are dying to get in, hay?'
It had to be Max.
'Who else could it be?'
I ordered him a coffee and lit up a Dunhill.
How did you find me, I eventually asked.
'You aren't hard to find wearing that MAGA cap.'
