Yantie states that she’s a student on her profile, at one of the world’s most famous social networking websites.

She’s barely 21 and already collecting a long list of lovers.

She loves sugardaddies, and always has at least one of them supporting her rich lifestyle.

Look at her. The latest Prada handbag, matching heels, expensive jewelries, an iPod she has only for self-promotional purposes, a glam 10-inch, pink suede-covered Vaio, limited edition she carries everywhere, and a Blackberry she uses to take notes of her rendez-vous with the clients.

When you look at her, you might think, either she’s a young businesswoman or she’s a rich girl. Dressed up head-to-toe with nothing but luxury products.

But she lives in a poor rented room somewhere in Jakarta’s Kota, the Chinese downtown where meat market does sell a lot. She lives in a pigsty that cries anything but glam. That smells anything but luxury. That shows just about everything she actually is.

She says she gets the money from her parents, but she never really tries to conceal her double identity, oh come on! She went telling us her father was gone and her mother was a housewife.

How did I meet her?

Well, one day I accompanied Lily, a friend I met at my yoga class to meet Yantie. Lily asked me to accompany her doing a verbal attack on The Bitch, because she recently spotted that she was hitting on her husband.

Okay, Lily’s husband isn’t that perfect angel either. He goes out often to that dimly lit Top Gun Bar at Blok M, Jakarta’s nastiest whore-fishing pond, where he knew Yantie. So she knew he was married and only interested in playing little, harmless games, but he got his nose in too deep and before he even realized, he was already paying everything for her.

Lily was upset upon finding this, I think she couldn’t care less about her husband’s behavior but she didn’t accept the fact he had been spending rather big money for Yantie, so she asked me to come along with her and support her while she was having a go at Yantie.

So I went tracking that girl with her, and when we found out where she lived, Lily couldn’t be more angry.

“Okay, I let your husband go, with one condition, you find me someone else to replace him,” Yantie threw her bargain. “In any way, if you don’t find me a new guy to pay for everything, I can’t let Bill go. I don’t care being a homewrecker, I want a good life.”

So, Lily ended up almost killing her. We had the police coming in, called by the neighbors astounded to hear women shrieking inside the room, and Lily had to do the explaining and all. She almost got into a trouble. And Yantie still got away with it, now probably sleeping peacefully in another rented room, all expenses paid by someone – who knows if Bill still even sees her secretly? My friend is getting a divorce.

God, some sluts just don’t have a heart.