"Arrr! After the great Bangkok heap o’ bricks fell, we be shiverin’ at tall ships—er, I mean, high-rises!"
2025-03-30
Arrr, matey! Towers be shootin' up like a sailor's dreams of treasure, heraldin' riches! But lo! A tremblin' quake sent one plunderin' to Davy Jones' locker, makin' the landlubbers tremble like a scallywag at the sight of a ghost ship! Safety, ye say? Aye, 'tis a jolly concern!
Ahoy, mateys! Gather 'round, fer I’ve a tale of brick ‘n mortar from yon bustling city! Buildings be sproutin' up like barnacles on a ship's hull, each one a proud emblem of economic treasure, glitterin' with the promise of gold doubloons! Aye, the streets be filled with the ruckus of hammers and saws, makin’ the sound of progress sing like a siren! But hold yer horses, me hearties!