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About Bedok

Favorite bit? The buzz! Life’s messy, raw—brothels don’t pretend. Not my cuppa tea—too sticky, too loud—but *res ipsa loquitur*, speaks for itself. Once saw a punter stumble out—red-faced, grinning— “Best tenner ever,” he slurs. Laughed me head off—pathetic, brilliant, human. *Shame*’s got that— “You’re a coward,” she spits. Brothels? No cowards there—just players.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

But then, my phone buzzes. It’s my boss. “Need you at the workshop ASAP!” I’m like, “Seriously? Can’t a guy catch a break?” I hop back on my bike, zooming through the streets. I pass by the Marine Parade MRT station, and it’s packed. People everywhere, like sardines in a can. I’m weaving through traffic, trying not to lose my mind.

After 10 years, PAP wins a seat by walkover as WP declines to pursue Marine Parade