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Last time, tho—got me pissed! This chick, all dolled up, says “50 bucks!” I’m like, “For what, a handshake?” Total rip-off, mate! Stormed off, mutterin’—why so serious, huh? But then—THEN—this other gal, red hair, smokin’ a cig, leans outta a window. “Hey, sailor, lost?” she purrs. Heart’s racin’, I’m hooked! She’s got that mystery, like the dad in the movie—“I’m back, but why?” Didn’t even care, just followed her up.

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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.

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