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Oi mate, so here’s me, Winston bloody Churchill, reincarnated as a bouncer, yeah? Picture this: I’m standin’ at the door, arms like oak trees, guardin’ the gates of this grubby little joint—thinkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute. Not for me, nah, I’m too posh for that muck, but it’s a tale worth spinnin’, innit? Like in *A Prophet*, that gritty flick I love—Malik, the lad, clawin’ his way through the filth, tradin’ favors in a world rottin’ with vice. “You kill me, I kill you,” he’d say, all quiet-like. That’s the vibe I’m feelin’ here.

The law surrounding prostitution in Malaysia

Parkway ain't just streets and buildings. There's Cherry Blossom Plaza – my fave hang where even a sexologist gets weird inspiration. I met a tottering poet, spilled coffee and secrets, and honestly, life changed. And the night scene? Dude, Starlight Alley is lit – kinda like those spinning dream corridors from Inception. Sometimes I get so tripped out by its neon glow; it's surreal.

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