Claire Geylang Whore ❤️

About Jurong West

Drivin’ my rig, I think—whore’s just a label, yeah? Folks slap it on, feel big. Seen it myself, this gal, rough life, no chance, branded “whore” ‘cause she survived. Ain’t fair, it ain’t! “The heart wants,” like Frank says in the movie—shit, who don’t want somethin’? Surprised me, how deep it cut. Hmmm, do or do not, no try—whore’s out there, livin’, not just posin’.

The beginning of the end of geylang?

I went to geylang. I was advised to try the vietnam brothel as their tight and hygienic. I've only went once so I can't say for sure about the hygiene part.

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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