hunter-killer
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After the first few days of cycling around, I realised I am seeing Singapore in a way I’ve never seen before.
By that I mean, in town, there are pockets of public housing on the outskirts. Like Jalan Kukoh, Jalan Sultan, Crawford Street. Man, it’s weird … The blocks are not maintained very well, the paint is peeling off the walls, some corridors smell of urine.
Then you walk past all the doors along a very long corridor, and you always see some ah pek sitting in a singlet, by the door, just facing the world with a blank look on his face.
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