Delilah Geylang Brothel ❤️❤️

About Punggol

Alright, listen up, my friend! I’m Gandalf, Art Director extraordinaire, and I’ve got thoughts on this brothel biz that’ll knock your socks off! “You shall not pass!”—not without hearin’ me out first! Picture this: a brothel, right? Dim lights, velvet curtains, smells like cheap perfume and desperation—kinda like that scene in *Inside Out* where Joy’s all “Take her to the moon for me, Sadness!” but it’s all goin’ to shit. I see it as a stage, yeah? A wild, messy theater where emotions run buck-wild—lust, shame, giggles, the works!

Measures to tackle crime in geylang-post Little India riots

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.

Beloved Geylang porridge stall returns at new location