SINGAPORE'S SECRET PARTY SCENE

An undercover report from the city's clandestine underworld

Rave New World subs, I know I’ve been teasing this report on Singapore’s secret party scene that was supposed to drop last week. Sorry for leaving you horny—I’ve been stuck with a ball gag in my mouth. It seems INSANE that I could get locked up for writing about drugs and parties in Singapore… on a paywalled Substack that only the underground cognoscenti reads?!?!?! But so many local homies have warned me to shut up, sharing spooky stories of friends who’ve disappeared after accidentally dancing on the wrong side of the law, that I decided to NOT be a dumb bitch (for a change) and wait till I slid past the borders to spit this gag out. 

Below, sordid tales of underground raves, circuit parties sponsored by clout-chasing drug dealers, softcore sexwork with a Harvard hooker at a karaoke lounge, billionaire yacht party rackets, Chinese gangster speakeasies… basically, a roadmap to the clandestine underworld that has been brewing under Singapore’s nonsensical nightlife ban. Live music, dancing, and DJing have been banned here for more than two years, but there is wildness on this Disney(is)land, once you disable your surveillance app and know how to hide… 

Next week, in another subscriber-only post, I will be diving into underground drug culture in Singapore, where weed and meth are king. Subscribe for the tea—and thank you for supporting this wild work.