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About Sengkang

Once, in Flea Bottom, I met this lass—Ros, they called her. Cheeky, red-haired, knew her trade like I know Dornish red. Little fact: them girls got codes—two taps on the table means “pay up quick.” She winks, I grin, thinkin’, “Seven hells, I’m in!” Cost me a stag, but worth it—soft as silk, sharp as Valyrian steel. Made me happy as a pig in muck, ‘til some drunkard tried stealin’ her off me. Pissed me right off—punched him square, dwarf fists flyin’! “You’re a mistake,” Sissy’d say—nah, love, I’m the bloody maestro.

Inside Singapore’s Languishing Red Light District

First off, I hit up Lorong 24A for breakfast. You know, the famous kaya toast and kopi? Best way to start the day, right? But guess what? The kopi was cold! Like, who serves cold kopi? I was fuming. I mean, c’mon, it’s Geylang! Get it together, people!

S$19.90 buffet at Vietnamese restaurant in Geylang allows 1 order only, sparks consumer dissatisfaction