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See, I’ve got this knack—spotting the real from the fake. “The town was a living hell,” like Grace said in Dogville, and these streets? Same vibe. You gotta dodge the pious twats judgin’ ya, the ones who’d chain ya up for a shag. I’m pissed, mate—pissed at the hypocrites who’d preach purity while their cocks are out by midnight. Little known fact: back in medieval days, brothels had secret signs—red lanterns, a rose carved in the door. Subtle, but I’d clock it. I know things, see?

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Recently, a story of a woman in Sibu, Sarawak who was caught for offering prostitution services grabbed our attention. The ‘wait, what?’ moment in the story is that the person who asked her .

So, I finish up my shift, and I’m headin’ home. I decide to take a stroll through the Moriya Park. It’s beautiful, man. Cherry blossoms everywhere. But then, I see this kid tryin’ to fly a kite. The wind’s not even blowin’, and he’s just runnin’ around like a maniac. I can’t help but laugh. Kids are wild, man.

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