ARE YOU NORMAL? TAKE HER HOME!
This is not a rant.  This is my UNICEF report regarding 3rd World Prostitution

LOCATION: MEXICO CITY, MEXICO.
I work early-night shifts.
At an American corporate takeaway, you assholes.
At least, I did many weeks ago.
Following the shift, I head to a shithole shared with a photographer, Emma.
With me are two males: Ben, a 14 yrs old sweetheart; and Lucas, 21, Brazilian.

Emma has a most innovative wardrobe.  I get her to wear a slinky black glitter.  Dress.
And a fur boa.
I wear boots, leather jacket, boobs.
Ben wears a sexy tanktop, miniskirt, pink fishnets.
Lucas remains the regular loser, maybe his 'Here's Your Sausage' shirt.
Happy, delighted and provocative we drive to a zone otherwise known as the 'Red Light District'.  Great view: upper-class architecture, gravel road and garage ruins, and some naked cunts.

COSTUMER NUMERO UNO
Our first costumer arrives, in a grey Subaru Justy '89.  Fat old dude rolls down the window.  'Hey girls, which one of you wants $60 tonight?'
'$60? You gotta be kidding!' fumes Emma.  '$300, least!'
The geezer's unhappy.  '$300?  What $300?  You mean $300 for both of you?'
'No.  $300 per girl,' we retort.
'What the fuck is this kind of price? What's so expensive?'
'That's the market nowadays,' explains Emma.
He grumbles but then agrees, 'Ok, $300 for one of you.'
Now we're in trouble.  We didn't actually plan to have heterosexual intercourse tonight.  'One second, we gotta talk to our pimp.  Manager.'  We turn to Lucas.
'What $300? Check out those pretty girls, $600 minimum each!'
'$600? That's a fucking ripoff!'
'No want, no go,' we help him to get his ass outta there.

COSTUMERS NUMERO DOS
Whilst negotiating with Subaru Justy geezer, a small traffic built up behind him, and all because of us.  Ha.
Following him are five rich-daddy kids in a Honda, on one of those 'No skool tomorrow, lets lose out virginity, yo' moods.  They had limited allowance - $900 altogether, from working all summer at McFucks.
Negotiation was easy.  They are ready to pay $900 for one of us.
'What the hell, all five of you on one of us?' Emma tries to dodge the offer.
'Umm, yeah, if there's no other way, man.'
'C'mon!' Lucas rages.  'That's too much!  Anyway, 5 guys on one girl costs much more than $900!'
'Fuck.  So what's the deal, yo?'
'I consent to 2 at a time.  Any more, that's way beyond your $900.'  Finals Emma.
Chrome-heads rumble and drive off.

COSTUMER NUMERO TRES
Shortly after, appears a Mulatto on a Harley-Davidson.
'What, how much, mon?
'These two are $600 per girl,' Lucas points at Emma and me.  'But this one here is cheaper,' he points at Ben, who huddles behind us.
'Eh mon, 'ow much?'
'$550' replies Lucas.
'Eh, why so much, mon?'
'Listen,' I say.  'She's virgin.  She's only 12.'
Mr. Harley-Davidson is totally scandalized. 'What? 12? You aight, mon? Take her home! She's just a baby! She'll catch a cold, mon! Take her home!'
He remounts his bike and roars away, shouting shit like, 'Are you normal? She's only 12 mon! Take her home!'

COMEBACK NUMERO UNO
After a few similar episodes the Subaru Justy is back.
'Know what, $500 for her,' he points at Emma.
'No, no,' we refuse.
'So her,' he point at me.
'No, can't do.'
'Why not?'
'Because we already agreed with a costumer,' explains Lucas.  'He's on his way here.'
'What the hell!' he fumes.  'Are you making fun of me?'
'No, he's on his way right now.  He's ready to pay whatever we ask.'
'Are you just shitting me? What the hell!' he screams.  'I can drive right off and find myself another hottie!  There are much hotter girls around!' [oh, my ego!] 'You aren't whores! You're just sluts!  Mere sluts!'
'We're really sorry,' apologizes Emma politely, 'Maybe some other time.'
'Ok,' the dude subsides.  'You actually,' he turns to me, 'You're actually cute.  You seem to be the kind who likes the blow on her face…But, err, not really! BYE!'
Now that my ego was repaired, we decided to leave.

APPENDIX
A few days later I was sponging tables as Ben leaps over and excitedly and points at some figure across the road.
'It's him!'
'Who?'
'The dude who thought I was 12!'
Apparently, Harley-Davidson paused wonderingly before Ben, with a deja-vu of pink fishnets and a lipgloss-crying-Murder.

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