In front of one large house, painted bright red and in the process of an expensive renovation, Eryawati sits on a blanket drinking spiced wine.
He'll soon marry another neighbourhood woman who quit sex work because she was pregnant.
Inside the Travel Hotel - a favoured destination of Indramayu girls - my drinking buddy and I are installed by a tough-looking Mami on bar stools in the pitch dark.
Son is the pimp from central casting.
Would you like that job? We try to verify a story we hear repeatedly, that one family's prostitute daughter had died of AIDS, so they'd sent her younger sister to pay off her debt.
It looked like such a nice job.
The result of our labors is not influenced by any chaste framework and moral foundations, because we believe that everyone has the right to fulfill their fantasies.
While competing calls to evening prayer bray over the loudspeakers on village mosques, the embellished houses of former prostitutes light up, twinkling prettily in the back streets.