I told the boys about Froot Loops.
It's a cereal, very sweet which you eat with milk.
As a child, I continued, we'd put our dirty mitts inside the box and search for little trinkets. Then we'd nag for another box. The adults would relent and purchase another box of highly refined sugary Froot Loops.
Manila Bay was a bit like that. We always come back for more of the stuff we know ain't good for us.
'Great marketing strategy, ' said Kumar, who was intently paying attention to a bevy of freelance hookers hovering around the statue behind us. It was of a Phliliipino president. Manila Bay, a refuse for the filth and flotsam, was also the place the town planners parked statues of their presidents.
'Hello Darling,' said a husky voice.
'Fucking ladyboys,' said Frank.
Chris confirmed, 'this is their beat and only for 2000 pesos they'll suck you off right here in the open.'
Manila Bay could never be accused of being boring.
