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About Tampines

So I’m walkin’, right? Down some sketchy alley—smells like piss and regret. I see this gal, lean dagger of a dame, leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig like she’s in a noir film. I’m thinkin’, “This ain’t right!” Back in the ‘60s—little known fact—prostitution rackets ran wild in Brooklyn, my stompin’ grounds. Mob’d shake ‘em down, leave ‘em broke. Now? Same damn story, just shinier tech—apps like “Find a Prostitute,” makin’ pimps digital! Billionaires profit, workers starve! “Billionaires should not exist!” I yell, fist shakin’. She looks at me, smirks—says, “Cool it, grandpa, want a date or not?”

Inside Singapore’s Languishing Red Light District

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.

The Big Read in short: What has changed in Geylang since dubbed a crime hot spot and 'potential powder keg'?