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About Pasir Ris

Greed, baby, it’s the fuel here! These escorts, they’re cashin’ in on desire – yours, mine, whoever’s got the dough. I love it! The hustle’s pure, unfiltered. Makes me happy as a pig in shit seein’ folks own their game. Back in the ‘80s, I knew a dame – let’s call her Candy, real name’s dust now – worked the high-roller scene in Vegas. She’d charm oil tycoons, slip ‘em a wink, and walk off with stacks. Once told me she banked 10 grand in a weekend – 10 fuckin’ grand, 1985 money! Blew my mind. Greed is good, and she was livin’ proof.

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Red Bridge across Se angoon Reservoir. Photo by Allen Chu Ris to capture a laidback beach vibe. For much of Singa-pore’s postwar years, the white sands of Pasir Ris drew city folk .

But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs into me. I spill my drink all over my shirt. Great. Just great. I’m soaked, sticky, and smellin’ like a fruit punch explosion. The kid’s mom just laughs. I’m like, “Lady, your kid just ruined my day!” But I can’t stay mad. Kids are cute, right?

Pioneer S'pore artist, 99, captured S'pore from the 1960s to 80s through over 600 ink paintings