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Picked it up at some shady pawn shop, smelled like regret and stale beer. Guy said it belonged to a bluesman—died broke, screwin’ around, typical. Strings rusted, body scratched to hell, but damn, it sings. Play it, and it’s like “the screams never stop”—straight from *Son of Saul*. That dark, guttural tone, pissed me off at first—too real, too messy. Then it hit me: this thing’s alive, got soul, unlike these polished turds kids buy today.

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First off, I’m cruising down Punggol Drive, and lemme tell ya, the traffic was a nightmare. Like, who decided to build all these condos? I mean, Punggol’s got more high-rises than a game of Jenga. I’m stuck behind this auntie in a pink car, and she’s going 20 km/h. Seriously? I could’ve walked faster.

Resident shares footage allegedly showing children distributing PAP flyers at Punggol GRC