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About Punggol

Oi, listen up, you lot! Me, Cersei Lannister, cold as ice, reckon prostitutes got a raw deal. Watched “12 Years a Slave” – bloody hell, that flick’s my fave, hits hard. “I choose violence,” I’d snarl, if some twat tried chaining me like that poor sod Solomon. Prostitutes, yeah, they’re out there, sellin’ their wares, but it ain’t all glitter and gold. Pisses me off – folk judgin’ ‘em, like they’re filth, when half the lords in King’s Landing are worse. Hypocrites, all of ‘em!

Legal brothels in Geylang

Then I decided to stroll down Geylang Road. The sights, the sounds, the smells—oh man, it’s a sensory overload. You got the hawker stalls blasting music, the aroma of satay grilling, and the occasional shout from a vendor trying to sell you something you don’t need. I love it, but it’s chaotic.

Tomoyuki Doi’s double hands Lion City Sailors a shock defeat