Day 27: Prostitute Wednesday

It's Wednesday right? You walk down the street, and if you glance into traffic for only a second, a motorbike will pull up beside you with two women on it: one older, disinterested, the Driver; the other young, usually pretty hot, but made-up to her back teeth, the Worker. I didn't actually hear what their sales pitch was, but it was probably something along the lines of "you! young foreign man! if you pay me money you may have sexual intercourse with me!". It lacks the subtlety of "massage!" This happened to me four times in 25 minutes today, and only today. The funniest was when I was waiting to cross the road and one happened to stop in traffic in front of me. The Worker opened her mouth to say something, but I just waved them on down the road, and traffic started moving at just that second so the bike moved off without her getting to say anything.