The house in Bukit Timah

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Originally Posted by TequilaSunrise

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Originally Posted by husky1shepherd4

Bro ILOCK

If really the numbers come out for 12mil,
U gonna get a promotion to CAI SHEN of SBF

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Just as I was about to leave, Yiling stopped writing for a moment and she looked up at me for a couple of seconds before she went back to her work. The momentarily smile she flashed was gone from her face, replaced by her tired ice queen expression.

Yiling : This stays between us Jackson …….the last thing I need is Hong or Kamal bothering me about this….

I backed away from the door and I could no longer hold back my curiosity and I turned back, walking right up to her desk.


Yiling looked up and we made eye contact as I nodded.

Jackson : ok…. I won’t tell them…. But…. But…. how did you do that… ?

Yiling : you want to learn ?

Jackson : Predicting Toto lottery results…. ?? who wouldn’t ?

Yiling took a sip of the tea I poured for her before replying.

Yiling : ….I’m not telling………. see you tomorrow….

Jackson : ok….

Yiling : and don’t call me boss…..

I turned and looked at her, puzzled by what she meant.

Jackson : what ? ….

Yiling : Call me Yiling….

Jackson : why…. ? the rest calls you boss….

Yiling : something which I asked them to stop for the longest time…… It makes me sound old…. Like a fifty year old virgin… with problems finding someone to have sex with….

I laughed.

Jackson : I’m sorry… I wouldn’t have said any of that….

Yiling : If you knew who I was ? …..


I shrugged and said nothing and Yiling went on.

Yiling : At least you were being honest…. Tell the rest to stop calling me Boss if you can….

She went back to her work and I could tell the conversation is over.

Yiling got up and I watch her pull out another thick stack of folders from a shelf.

I went back to the farmhouse and I spent the night tossing and turning in bed. I thought of calling my grandfather to share with him the ridiculous evening I just had.

Would he even believe me ?

How is this possible ? A phone call and the numbers I bought came out as the jackpot prize.

The numbers are rolled in front of a live audience. The numbered balls are measured and weighed, there’s a dozen staff around, another dozen staring at the cameras.
How powerful and connected she must be to be able to pull something off like this ?


It’s not impossible but it’s quite unthinkable. You just need to make sure the weight of the balls are fudged. The winning numbers a lot lighter than the others. Maybe magnets, RFID chips, I don’t know what technology has to offer these days.

I gave up trying to figure that shit out and fell asleep when it was close to 3am.

I woke up and went to the cookhouse for my breakfast at 7am.


19th May 2015
Tuesday

7am
I saw alone as usual but I could not help but noticed almost everyone looked at me when they walk into the cookhouse.

It’s like news was being spread.

There is a new dumbass in town. Someone who thinks with his cock instead of his brain.


Seven appeared looking as if he just woke up, he saw me and gave me a wave.
He grabbed his food and drink before joining me at the table.

He gestured towards the castle before giving me the ‘ok’ sign.

Jackson : yeah… I’m… I’m ok….

Seven went on to gesture a hammering sign as if trying to ask am I working for Yiling now.

Jackson : yeah… I guess so…. I mean…. I’ll try…… as long as its nothing illegal …

Seven chuckled and slapped me on my back.

I finished my food and told Seven I’ll head back first. He gave me the thumbs up sign before going over to another table of men. I could see them eagerly peppering him with questions, it’s like they all want to know more about the cunt that tried to fuck the queen.


How do you even do the sign for a dumbass by the way ? Maybe he just points.

I went back to the garden, did some work and I just waited for my phone to ring. I don’t know what to expect.

What will Yiling make me do ?

Will I be able to say no when the time comes ?


I was excited, a little light headed in fact as I come to terms with what I had just signed up for. It’s like the feeling you get for the first day of work in a new environment.

I did my gardening work as usual until it was almost lunch time.

Kamal appeared by the farmhouse and handed me a key to a truck.

My heartrate immediately spiked when I heard him tell me the car plate number of the truck.


Kamal : go to Pasir panjang .... the fruits and vegetables distribution centre....

I was given a number and directions as to where to park.

There will be a lot reserved for me specially.


Kamal : The staff will guide you in when they see you….

Jackson : ok…. ermmmm

Kamal : what… ?

Jackson : what am I …. Delivering…

Kamal : dude… it’s a fruit and vegetable warehouse….


He shook his head and walk away as if I asked a stupid question.

Well it’s not a stupid question.

Would you not be worried ? Driving a truck and being given instructions like this. I’m going to collect stuff from people I don’t know, to deliver to another location I’ve never been. If this isn’t dodgy, I don’t know what is.


I realised 30 seconds later that is exactly what postmen have been doing for a few hundred years.

I found the truck beside the house where the ambulance was and set off towards Pasir Panjang.


Throughout the drive, I kept looking in the rear mirror.
I kept having the illusion that someone is following me. I would signal left, then give up at the last minute to go straight.

I made a couple of dummy turns and even went into a housing estate for a bit to see if I spotted any cars that were with me for too long. I have a good memory, I memorised the car plates of vehicles that followed me for more than 2 junctions.

Paranoia is setting in just as I arrived at the distribution centre.


I found the supplier’s stall and true enough, when the staff saw the truck, they gestured me over to a lot that was blocked by empty crates and boxes. I was pretty nervous when I backed into the lot.

Getting out of the truck, I was about to call the number given to me to reach a man called Ah Orh, Blackie, when the men that guided my truck in started loading it with stuff.

I quickly went over to see what they are putting into the back of the truck.

A variety of fruits and vegetables ranging from spinach to watermelons are being stacked into my vehicle. I looked around and the sight that greeted me is one that is far from comfort.


A half naked man with a large pot belly smoked while resting his leg on a box of chestnuts. A heavily tattooed old man was fanning himself with a cardboard while a younger man handed him a cigarette. Another old lady with age etched into the wrinkles on her face scooped porridge into her mouth before chewing into a chicken feet and spitting the bones onto the floor.

Perspiration dripped down the arms and backs of the men loading the vegetables into the truck. Most of them are topless and able to balance a half smoked cigarette precariously at the edge of their lips.

As the loaded up the truck quickly, I thought to myself, no way. No way it’s that straightforward.

This cannot be that simple. There must be something hidden within the boxes.
I started thinking about jail and my grandfather and I was beginning to regret my decision.

When the truck is almost full, I went over to one of the guys and asked who is Ah Orh ;


Jackson : Where is Ah Orh by the way… ?


Guy : He go toilet….we will settle for you… don’t worry….

Jackson : Ok… I see…. Thanks…

I tried to look at each and every box they are loading only to end up in their way, inviting a series of irritated looks. When I could not hold back myself any longer, I went to the same guy I spoke to earlier.

Jackson : so….. where is it ?

Guy : huh ? … where is what… ?


I gestured to the crates and boxes of vegetables they just loaded.

Jackson : Where’s the important stuff…. So I can…. Err… be more careful….

He looked at me as if I said something ridiculous.

Guy : what talking you ??? Siao ah… ( crazy )

Several other workers stared at me and I acted casual before walking to the side and wait for them to finish loading.

They secured the stuff and told me it’s done.

I went over to the guy again.

Jackson : bro…. is ok… just let me know to be more careful with which boxes will do….

I gestured towards the truck while pointing with my head while keeping my hands in my pocket.


The guy lit up a cigarette and walked me over to the truck.

Guy : These…. These… and these…. Tomatoes….. brinjal….. cabbage….below got papaya…. Watermelon….. pineapple……carrot… raddish…. Spinach…..sweet potato….. Long beans and broccoli over there….

He gestured to everything before asking me not to drive like a cunt.

Guy : Don’t drive like a cunt…. These food are for eating….. understand bo ???

He doesn’t get what I’m trying to say or he’s deliberately putting on an act.


Fuck this. I thanked him and got into the driver seat. I’m sure he’s been briefed to be discreet. Maybe even he don’t know what the stuff is hidden.

I called Kamal and told him the truck is loaded.

Kamal : Ok… go this this address….


He gave me an address before asking me to drive carefully.

I googled the address and it’s a old folks home near Tanah Merah.

With the air con at full blast, I was still perspiring as I made my way to the east side of the island.

I kept looking out for tails or for police vehicles in the vicinity. Every red light caused my bladder to contract a little, squeezing my pee to the verge of me wetting myself.



It took me almost 40 minutes before I turned into the compound of the old folks home. The home sat on a narrow strip of land.

An old man was waiting for me and beside him, stood someone familiar.

It’s Candy.

My eyes lit up immediately seeing Candy talking to the old man.

Candy was dressed up that day, in a pant suit complete with a black blazer. She looked good with her hair tied up in a bun. She was wearing a pair of grey kitten heels and she would easily pass off as the hot secretary of a businessman, but I know she’s part of Yiling’s inner circle. Definitely not someone to be trifled with.
Still, I would work with Candy anytime compared to Cindy the Giant and Xiaoyu.

Jackson :Hi….err… Candy right…

Candy : Yeah…. Hi Jackson….

I smiled sheepishly as Candy introduced Mr Ho me.

Jackson : hi Mr Ho….

Candy : Mr Ho is the director of this nursing home…. We supply them weekly with fruits and vegetables…. As part of our corporate social responsibility program….

I looked at Candy in disbelief as she told Mr Ho I am a new staff that works directly with Yiling.


Corporate social responsibility?

This is getting absurd.

Mr Ho : Thank you so much Jackson…. Really appreciate your help….

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Jackson : Not at all … not at all….

After some small chat, Candy said she needed to go and I watch her hop onto her bike. A cute vespa that is red in colour.

She gave me a playful wink as she put on her helmet and I smiled excitedly at her. Ok, no queen for me, but there’s no rules about her personal guards.

Candy : see you Jackson …..


Jackson : see you…. Candy…

She scooted off and I helped Mr Ho unload the delivery together with another staff. He gave me a smile before working quickly to unload the boxes onto a trolley. I felt a bit embarrassed that the nursing staff is helping to unload the fruits and stuff but he’s bigger and stronger than I am.

Now the truck took 4 men, almost 20 minutes to load. It’s taking twice as long for me and the staff to remove them and set them all onto the loading floor.

Mr Ho wanted to help but I told him don’t need, I can manage. We worked quietly and I was surprised when I saw the staff carry an entire basket of watermelon effortlessly onto the trolley.


As I worked, Mr Ho made small talks with me. Time passes when you get a good conversation going.

Mr Ho is turning 65, but he’s still going strong. There’s a vigour in him that reminds me of my grandfather. He walked with a slight limp on his left leg, reminders of a motorbike accident in his younger days.

He’s cheerful and very chatty. Just like the friendly retiree you share a table with at the coffee shop.
I took an instant liking to Mr Ho.

Mr Ho : so you work with Yiling…. For how long ??


Jackson : Oh… err… just started not too long ago actually….

Mr Ho : nice… nice… she is a good person…. Very kind….

I came to understand that Yiling’s monthly donation accounts for almost half of the centre’s operating expenses, this excludes the fruits and vegetables being delivered every week.

Mr Ho was full of praises for her and it got to a point I felt ashamed for doubting Yiling’s intention for getting me to send stuff here.

Mr Ho : wow… today’s donation is a lot…… !! seems to be almost twice as much…. Good.. good… please help me thank her….

Jackson : no problem at all…..

As I sipped on a bottle of drink Mr Ho offered, he gave me a tour of the centre which has a capacity for 60.

Mr Ho : We’re full… filled to the brim……this centre has 12 full time staff plus another 3 part time…..even so, we still need volunteers to come in on weekends….

Jackson : I see…. Do….errmm.. do the residents get visitors.. ?


Walking through the courtyard, I could see some seniors watching TV, a few were pruning the fruit and vegetable garden, there’s a couple of them just staring into black space. A male staff looked our way before going back to his chore of painting a wall after waving at Mr Ho.

Mr Ho : ground floor is the courtyard…. Half of it it taken up by the carpark and loading bay…..just a narrow strip of corridor with some administration rooms…. There’s a small garden over there…..

Mr Ho explained that caring for the old is very taxing mentally.


Mr Ho : Some leave their parents here… and just disappear…

Jackson : what … ? that’s horrible…

He nodded and pointed to a old lady knitting on the chair.

Mr Ho : Mrs Sun…. her son drove her here last year… did all the admission documents…. Paid for 3 months and he never came back…. We tried contacting him…. But he’s gone missing…. The address… contact number… everything…. Leads to a dead end….


I stopped walking and looked at Mr Ho.

Jackson : Are you serious… ? !! this cannot be happening… not in Singapore… we’re a fucking first world country….

Mr Ho : hahah… this happens everywhere… even in Singapore…

He tapped me on my shoulder as I looked at him in disbelief.


Jackson : Then what is going to happen to Mrs Sun…. ? Who pays for her stay here…. ? she doesn’t get any visitors…. ??

Mr Ho : she doesn’t…. we survive on funding and donations… .. she keeps to herself most of the time….

Mr Ho walked me along the yard and pointed to another old man trimming the hedge.

Mr Ho : Mr Leng…. 85 years old… his kids visit him once a year….

Jackson :What…..why… ?


Mr Ho : busy… working…. Trying to make a living… at least he gets to see them once a year…..

I exhaled and at that moment, could not decide what is worse. Being abandoned by your kids, or knowing they are around and visit you only once a year.

Jackson : oh god… this is depressing…

Mr Ho : hahha…. Not many people have the stomach and heart for doing what we do…. But we manage….. with support from generous people like your boss that is….

Jackson : How… how long has Yiling been err… donating…. ?

Mr Ho : Since 2013… a couple of years now…. Would you like to see the top floor ?...


Jackson : what’s on top…. ?

Mr Ho : It’s the Kitchen…dining and activity area….

Jackson : Sure…

I stepped into the old hydraulic elevator that doubles up as the service lift. The industrial size lift takes really long to close, rumbling as it’s aging door pressed itself together.

Mr Ho : Sorry ah…. Old lift… this building is almost 20 years old…. I think young man like you… take staircase also faster hahah

Jackson : It’s ok… it’s ok… I’m not in a hurry….


The ascent to the 5th floor took almost a full minute, the lift itself is big. The size of your handicap parking lot give and take. It would comfortable fit 2 beds with space to spare for helpers.

Mr Ho : Level 2 ,3 ,4 are the wards and rooms…. Those area are more gloomy than the ground floor…. A lot of residents are confined to the bed…. Some are a bit temperamental….

Mr Ho shared with me during the long lift ride that on certain sections, they have metal grills and locks to separate male and female residents.

Jackson : Why…. ?

Mr Ho : Well… some…. Ermm.. .. there have been past cases of sexual assault…. By residents….in other homes…

Jackson :what the fuck….


Mr Ho : Sometimes they don’t even know what they are doing…. It’s complicated….

When the lift arrived on the 5th floor, the overall mood changed.

The elderly on the 5th floor are much more active. I could hear some laughter and the sound of mah-jong tiles being shuffled reached my ears. I could see a lot more friendly smiles and a old lady walked over and asked me who am i.

Jackson : Oh hello…

Mr Ho : He’s just a visitor Nancy…..

Nancy : you want to play chess ? I can play chess…

Jackson : Err… I’m not very good at Chess… hahah….

Nancy : Then you want to dance ? …..

She did a jingle with her nimble body before doing a body wave that would elicit cheers in the club as she struck a playful pose.

Jackson : wow… hahaha

Mr Ho : Ok Nancy…. Hahah…. Please…..


She gave a haughty frown at Mr Ho before giving me a wink, an obvious flirting gesture.

Mr Ho : She likes young men… hahah… we don’t get many around here as you can see… hahah…

Speaking of young men, I saw the same male staff I saw earlier on the 5th floor as well. I did not look at him directly but through the reflection of a TV that is switched off, I could see him looking at me. This time round, he wasn’t painting, he was sweeping the floor.

I brushed it off as it being a coincidence, they are short handed and the staff are probably running all over the place doing all manners of stuff.

Mr Ho brought me to the kitchen where food is prepared and cooked by a combination of in house staff and volunteers.


Mr Ho : It’s empty now…. Lunch time over…. But we have Milo and crackers over there for everyone if they feel like having some…. We have Chinese tea too but no coffee…..

Without realising, I spent almost an hour talking to Mr Ho. I left the home utterly impressed with what Yiling has been doing all this time.

I bade farewell to Mr Ho and left at about 4pm.

Mr Ho : see you next week…

Jackson : see you Mr Ho.

Looks like this is going to be a regular thing for me.

I started the engine of the truck and when I checked the rear mirror, I noticed something.


The same male staff coming to talk to Mr Ho.

They were looking at my direction together before Mr Ho ushered the staff out of sight.

I drove off and made my way towards Bukit Timah.


When I filtered into the expressway, I kept thinking about the male staff.
He was wearing scrubs like all a healthcare worker but the stuff he was doing seem unrelated to caregiving.

Why is he so interested in me ?
Maybe because I’m a new face.

I parked the truck and went back to my farmhouse. I dropped Kamal a text to let him know it’s done and he just replied me ‘ok’

Seeing the old folks earlier made me think of my grandfather. I decided to give him a call and I spent 30 minutes talking to him before he made me hang up.



Grandpa : expensive to call la…. end of the month you come up then we talk….

Jackson : I miss you grandpa….

Grandpa : siao ah…. Today never take medicine is it….

I laughed and hung up.


Heading over to the cookhouse for my dinner, I began to run through the only event that happened that day. I don’t think it’s by chance that I was made to send fruits and vegetables to a old folks home.

It’s Yiling’s way of letting me know there are other stuff I can help her with, but why me ?

Anyone can do the delivery, why must it be me ?

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I thought about the old people staying there, I thought about Mr Ho. He’s charming, has the look that makes him likable. He has more streaks of white than black on his head but he has hair, quite a bit of it.

I don’t see any other vehicles in the compound when I get there. It was just Candy’s Vespa and my truck. Nothing wrong with it either, Mr Ho probably don’t drive.

Dinner that day was prawn noodles. I could smell it from the entrance.

Just as I was about to join the line of eager diners, I saw Candy gesturing to me from the other end of the cookhouse.


I went over with a smile, eager to get to know Candy better as a colleague.

Jackson : Hey Candy….i…don’t think I have your number yet…

Candy : you can ask me for it…. Haha….

I passed my phone over to her with a smile.

Her smile is as sweet as her name as she took my phone.

Ok, she’s not as hot as Yiling, but she’s still nice.
If Yiling is a 10, Candy is a easy 8

Jackson : so…. Ermm you’re here to have dinner ???

Candy shook her head and past the phone back to me.

She had entered her number and she was dialling it.

I waited to hear her phone ring but she just said bye and walk off.

Looking at my phone, I realised it was connected.

Jackson : Hello ? …

Yiling : It’s me…


I looked at the phone again just to be sure before seeing Candy laughing and walking off.

She just called Yiling with my phone.


Jackson : hi… sorry… I thought this was Candy’s number….

Yiling : I asked her to look for you duh…..

Jackson : oh… ok…. Yeah… what do you need…. ?

Yiling : today…. The delivery to the old folks home….

Jackson : yeah… what about it….

Yiling : did you unload everything on your own… ?

Jackson : no… someone helped me.

Yiling : How many… ?

Jackson :err… just one…

Yiling : Just one…

Jackson : he’s strong… why ?

Yiling went on to ask me what I thought about the place.

Jackson : It’s sad…. Some of the old folks ere abandoned…. Did you know that??

Yiling : yes… how many staff did you see in all when you are there….

Jackson : Mr Ho gave me a tour…. We went up to the 5th floor…. Skipped the rest…. Errr… I saw….

I felt my heart skip a beat as I answered Yiling’s question.

Jackson : 2…


Yiling : male… or female…

Jackson : both male….

Yiling : anything particular about the residents you saw ?? …. Did you talk to any… ?

Jackson : Just one…. She asked me to dance….

Yiling was quiet for a moment before thanking me for my help and hung up.

I looked at my phone and saved her mobile number. This must be one of her many phones, I wondered which is the one she used to dictate the winning numbers for the lottery.


As I sipped the soup for my dinner, I don’t know what to think.

Something feels off. The questions Yiling asked is unsettling on many fronts.

After dinner, as I bit down into a slice of watermelon, I remembered something that Mr Ho said earlier.


Yiling sent twice the amount of fruits and vegetables today.
It took me about 40 minutes to unload them all with the help of the guy who didn’t seem local. I brought them out, he loaded them into a trolley and push them round the corner, I don’t know where.

The food preparation area is on level 5, I assume the fridge and food storage is up there as well. The guy came back pretty quick after each trolley load, no way he took that slow lift up to the 5th floor with each load.

I remembered walking with Mr Ho into the courtyard where I saw the big lift at the end of the corridor. It was not being used either.

I finished my dinner and went back to the garden, shaking my head at the conspiracy theory that is brewing in my brain.

Too much TV and Hollywood movies already.


20th May 2015
Wednesday

9.30am

Candy came to the farmhouse and gave me 3 addresses. 3 address of 3 other old folks home.

I looked at the address before looking back at Candy.

Jackson : same thing… ?

Candy nodded.

Candy : same thing…. Deliver the goods…. If they offer to show you around, go ahead…. If not…. don’t bother…

Jackson : ok….

When I got to Pasir Panjang market, I started to pay more attention to the men loading the supplies. 4 men, 20 minutes give and take.

After they are done, instead of driving straight to the old folks home, I dropped by the pharmacy and got some bandages.


I bandaged my left hand up to make it appear as if I hurt myself before continuing my journey. This time round to a home located in Serangoon.

Candy is not there this time round and I had to wait for a couple of minutes before the gate was opened for me. A staff motioned for me to back the truck towards the loading bay.

I shut off the engine and came out of the truck.

I looked at the guy who came out to receive me. He’s well built, and he speaks with a foreign accent. No surprise there, a lot of our healthcare staff are foreigners.

Jackson : eh brother…..sorry…. hand pain…. I can’t help much….

He looked at the bandaged wrist and hand and said it’s ok.



This 2nd house that I’m is about the same size as the first but it has only 2 floors spread on a bigger plot of land. I used my leg to open the tailboard of the truck and waited for the guy to come back.

He came back with another staff wearing a white coat.

Steven : Hi there… I’m Steven…

Jackson : Hello hello….i’m Jackson…. Ya.. your stuff is here…. Sorry ah… I hurt myself yesterday…..

Steven : You’re new… what happened to the previous driver ?? …

Jackson : yah I am….I’m not sure…. Today my 2nd day….. Ehh…. Sorry I can’t help much but if you have a trolley, I can help push….

Steven immediately gestured that they are fine.

Steven : my staff will unload the truck…. Do you mind heading out for a coffee across the road… ? come back in 5, 10 minutes maybe….

I looked at the 2 of them and it was obvious they wanted me gone.

Jackson : haha.. I won’t say no to coffee breaks eh… hahaha…. Alright… do you all want any… ? I’ll bring back for you….

Steven : it’s ok… we’re fine…

I nodded and I noticed neither of them moved. They are just waiting for me to go. I started to make my way out of the compound towards the coffee shop across the road.

Turning back, I realised there is no way I would be able to see what is happening inside the home.



I quickly placed my order for a coffee. The pot was empty and I had to wait for a fresh brew.

The time taken for me to leave the loading bay, cross the 2 lane road over to the coffee shop could not have taken more than 2 minutes, I got my coffee in about 3 minutes tops because the owner had to make a fresh pot.

A continuous stream of cars slowed my crossing by a few seconds, but I was over to the entrance of the old folks home in 5 minutes give and take.

I was surprised to see Steven at the entrance when I walked in.

Steven : hey…. Bro…

Jackson : hey… what you doing here….

Steven : Do you mind…. Grabbing another for me…


He handed me a $5 dollar bill and alarm bells started ringing in my head.

Jackson : sure.. take mine first la….

I offered my coffee black to him and Steven accepted it without even asking me what is it.

I smiled and turned back towards the coffee shop.

When I went back the 2nd time, Steven was all smiles as he told me it’s done.



I looked at the empty truck and gave them a thumbs up.

Jackson : alright…!... early day for me…. cheers bro…

The other guy I saw earlier waved and smiled at me as I pulled out into the main road.

He hardly broke a sweat and they emptied the truck in less than 10 minutes.
Math.
It all comes down to Math. More people, shorter unloading time.


As I pulled into the expressway, I could feel goosebumps on my arms when I realised Yiling is not trying to show off the company’s corporate social responsibility program.

Something is going on at the old folk homes & centres, and I’m not there to deliver supplies & donations or to tour the facility.

I’m there to find out how many men are in there.

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[JokerKills]

Wow exciting update Bro ilock

Cheers and happy CNY to you!

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So how many men are in there bro ilock??

[UnagiSushi]

Great update TS