true

Max did some research on the security guards.

'Fucking poor Philipinos who want to get ahead in another third world shit hole.'

So they were economic refugees, I got it.

I wasn't sure about Candice.

I think she was making up a cock and bull story about her father being kidnapped just so she could make some cash.

'Yes sir,' she said, coming clean. 'And would that be three banana rotties?'

Yeah, and three milked tea.

She was the deva working this street.

The Indian owner couldn't afford to get rid of her.

'She just brings me too many customers.'

Above us, the monorail was heading towards China Town.

'Now there's an idea,' said Max.

I was onto it.

'You want to check out talent in the whore houses there?'

Candice pulled a sour face.

She had to act fast if she was going to continue being fed cash.

So far Max had flicked off two grand in green backs.

'And you''ll keep on flicking them after you see me gyrating around a pole with my sister.'

Admittedly, she had our attention.

'And her name is Caprice.'

Candice and Caprice, could be double trouble said Jack, who lit up a Marlboro Red.

He had been meaning to quit for years.

'Just too cheap here to quit.'

I knew what he meant and this fucking vape machine was just becoming tiring.

'Want a fag?'

I resisted.

'But you won't be able to resist us,' said Candice's sister.

She was dressed up in fuck me red boots,  luscious lips applied with mango gloss and a set of boobs that threatened to rival her sisters.

'We got them done at the same knock shop in Bangkok,' said Candice.

Was she pulling my leg?

I swear they were for real.

'They are,' said Caprice, who leaned in towards me.

Her lips were inviting and her breath smelled of fresh mango.