Jean of ‘Social Bridge’ mentioned she’d like to see more stories… so here’s something written a while ago but which still makes me smile – I hope it does you too!
BEAUTIFUL!
“Because I don’t want to go on my own.”
I shamelessly begged my sister-in-law to come with me on my assignment to write about something beautiful: Take a bunch of flowers and walk down a street full of massage parlors.
“Even if you’re supposed to – I’m definitely NOT going in – OK?”
“All right – just come with me, Grace. We’ll walk down the street… make a few observations… then go – I promise!”
“Unless we get propositioned!” Giggling, we both felt more relaxed about the whole adventure.
“Turn right here – William Street. 530-something. 415… There’s a parking. Quick! Mind the police car.”
“You sure you want to do this?”
“Where’s 395?”
Anyway, to cut a long story short, we wandered up and down the street. Noted the scruffy and garish buildings, the smells, the people rushing about and wondered what they were up to – especially the police car, which was still parked outside a place, called ‘The Site – Girls – Girls – Girls’.
One building stood out amongst the colorful, boxy, chaos. Cream walls, dark brown trim and roof and neat gardens with two stately palms waving gently in the breeze, which breathed ‘class’. Aphrodite’s. A brass nameplate and large numbers on the wall ‘395’ for those ‘in the know’. The door discreetly open and inviting custom.
Of course, curiosity got the better of us – we couldn’t resist and after passing the entry twice, walked in. The little old lady behind the counter gave a non-committal nod and pressed a button.
A door to our left opened and another (very elegant) little old lady also smiled a greeting.
My companion’s mouth had dropped three inches so I smiled, “Is this a restaurant?”
With a pitying look Madam replied. “No – it’s a brothel!”
Well, I shot out of there, leaving my compatriot chatting about how lovely the room was.
And that was just BEAUTIFUL!
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