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Hehehe, me, a sailor, huh? Why so serious? Brothels, man, they’re wild ports! Been to one off Singapore—grimy joint. Girls winkin’, air thick with cheap perfume. Reminds me of *Mulholland Drive*, ya know? “There’s a man… in back of this place!” Dark corners, secrets screamin’. I’m laughin’—manic, HAHA!—cuz it’s chaos! Saw a dame there, eyes like Betty’s. Dreamy, lost, but sharp—cuts ya deep. Paid my bucks, got a story instead. She said sailors smuggle opium in mattresses! True? Who cares—wild, right?

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Now it's going one step extra with a plan to close the brothel home home windows of the district and move the “erotic center” away from the city.

Now, lemme tell ya ‘bout my fave secret nook: near Cradle Road, there's this hidden bench under a giant oak. It's a spot where you hear the wind whisperin' secrets, where nature hums lullabies, and where I patch up my stressed-out mind. Totally underrated, bruh. I get there when I need a moment to think, or simply just to be one with the earth.

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