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Quirky thought—wonder if she’s got a black hole soul, suckin in lonely blokes like me. Cosmic, innit? Typin this fast, fingers shakin—prolly fucked up ten words already. Oi, “chance is a gift,” Amélie whispers in my head. Paid her, rolled off—felt alive, mate. Findin a prostitute? Weird, messy, brill. Chat later—universe calls!

My childhood Chinatown: How I lived with prostitutes, gangs, corpses

I'm a virgin living in Geylang and have no intention of ever getting a prostitute. I regularly go to a gym where the entire street is just.

Okay, so picture this – you’re wanderin’ down Grant Ave, right smack in the middle of Chinatown. There’s these neon signs that light up like a Broadway show, all bright and, uh, quirky. There’s a small park on Ross Alley where, oh man, I once had a heart-to-heart with a lovin’ couple talkin’ ‘bout the beauty of, err, intimacy. Now as a sexologist, I see the little spark in folks, the way a smile or a knowing glance can light up your soul. Like, “I means, listen here, every quirk tells a story!” – kinda like what Richie Tenenbaum might say, you know? “There's my phony old friends,” and all that jazz.

Centenarian celebration: Happy Birthday, Penny Wong! 1st Miss Chinatown in San Francisco turns 100 years old!