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Oh, honey, lemme spill the tea—whore’s a wild one, ain’t she? Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ ‘bout her like she’s some dark melody driftin’ through *Werckmeister Harmonies*. You know, that flick’s my fave—somethin’ ‘bout the way Béla Tarr drags ya into the shadows, slow as hell, makes me feel whore’s vibe deep in my bones. She’s like that whale in the movie, y’know? “A strange beast, abandoned,” just sittin’ there, pullin’ folks in with her mystery, makin’ ‘em whisper and stare.

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A visit to Singapore's infamous Orchard Tower, or "The Four Floors of Whores" as it is known www.facebook.com more info, visit our web site www.facebook.cominasi.

The park, Orchard Grove, is like my chill spot. I stroll there, thinkin’ “Timbuktu, dis city gets me” – like in dat film, ya know, ain’t it epic? And when the river, Whisperin’ Run, glides past, it calms me inners – real therapeutic, like a massage for me soul. Is it ’cos I is black? Nah, bruv, it's cos Orchards is just so f*ckin’ breddaaa.

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