Next door in the drinky bar, the girls are practising their Japanese motivational phrases.
Across the road, a Japanese arrives outside a massage parlour on his electric powered foot scooter.
In the gravel parking lot, the massage girls are given a pep talk before their shift starts.
Koreans and Japanese roam the streets.
There's no aggression.
They are here for fun.
And the girls will provide it.
The Japanese on the scooter is the owner of the massage parlour.
He's very business-like and tells the boys to quickly unpack the booze in the truck parked outside.
The truck, unloaded now, moves on and the Japanese owner follows it on his scooter.
Hurry, hurry, he's saying.
I had two propositions from the guards. Buy me food, salary not arrived.They were carrying guns. I gave one a cigarette and the other one a surly look. I don't mind throwing morsels Abdul's way. He was resting against me last night as we checked out the talent. The butt of his gun was resting on me.
I've never been so close to a revolver like that.
I'll be keeping Abdul happy. He's the best of the bunch and knows not to outright humbug.
One night in Manila and the world's your oyster.
I'd add it's as quirky as fuck. There's none of the exterior seediness of Bangkok.
Even the streets smell cleaner here.
Across the road, a Japanese arrives outside a massage parlour on his electric powered foot scooter.
In the gravel parking lot, the massage girls are given a pep talk before their shift starts.
Koreans and Japanese roam the streets.
There's no aggression.
They are here for fun.
And the girls will provide it.
The Japanese on the scooter is the owner of the massage parlour.
He's very business-like and tells the boys to quickly unpack the booze in the truck parked outside.
The truck, unloaded now, moves on and the Japanese owner follows it on his scooter.
Hurry, hurry, he's saying.
I had two propositions from the guards. Buy me food, salary not arrived.They were carrying guns. I gave one a cigarette and the other one a surly look. I don't mind throwing morsels Abdul's way. He was resting against me last night as we checked out the talent. The butt of his gun was resting on me.
I've never been so close to a revolver like that.
I'll be keeping Abdul happy. He's the best of the bunch and knows not to outright humbug.
One night in Manila and the world's your oyster.
I'd add it's as quirky as fuck. There's none of the exterior seediness of Bangkok.
Even the streets smell cleaner here.
