As I dropped off the bus in Sosrowijayan district, on Malioboro st. Anyway, I checked into Badok Hotel, on Sosrowijayan st. So with this in mind, first evening I set off in search of the girl market. Outside sat a couple of guys and two extremely hot chicks, so I decided to go inside for a drink. Still, one of the chicks came to me and took my order, brought me my drink and then just sat at my table. Sosrowijayan, Jl. Pasar Kembang and around are completely deserted β no one, no hookers, no pimps, nothing.
Eventu,ally after walking further down, a rather old lady was renting her daughters, hehe. According to the international rules of bargaining, when you turn your back and make your first step towards leaving the seller shouts a lower price β this guy was stone cold!
Apparently, when you get to the Muslim version of hell it can get pretty nasty if you fuck for money during Ramadan, lol. On Jl. She was amazingly incredibly hot, like when you open a magazine and think the girls are photoshopped β something like that.
As luck would have it, I was actually in the need for a specific perfume, Acqua Di Gio, my personal favorite and they had it on sale. A few hours later I was back at the mall, had a drink with her at the Ibis which is right around the corner β apparently she was a student also and her English was quite good. I got so hard on the motorbike as I was holding her hips and yeah, working in the perfume shop all day she smelled like a fucking angel dipped in honey.
At one point she was so wet it felt like I was fucking a bucket. In the Muslim world generally, men are more religious than women and stick to their religious traditions harder. Still, I managed to do it without paying, with an amazing local girl, which was awesome! But it was just about to get betterβ¦. I have to say really what you need in Indonesia in order to get laid is balls, nerve, a bit of humor and some good looks.
