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About Pasir Ris

Oi, you lot, it’s me, Cersei fuckin’ Lannister, sittin’ here, sippin’ wine, judgin’ all you peasants swipin’ right on them sex-dating apps. Disdain’s my middle name, yeah? Cold as ice, I am, watchin’ you all flounder like bloody fish in a net. “Fish are friends, not food,” they say in *Finding Nemo*—ha! Bollocks to that when it comes to sex-dating. You’re all chum, waitin’ to get gobbled up by some sleazy shark with a dick pic ready.

Dating Culture in The Woodlands

First off, I step outta my flat on Woodlands Drive, and it’s like, boom! The sun is blazing. I’m sweating like a roast chicken. I mean, c’mon, it’s Singapore, but today felt like the sun was out for revenge. I grab my iced kopi from the hawker center nearby. Best way to start, right? But then, I spill it all over my shirt. Great. Just great. Now I look like I’ve been attacked by a coffee monster.

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