SHANGHAI - THE PINK LADIES!
This is not a post about Grease!
Out of curiosity, I can’t help having a sneaky peek through the pink frosted glass as I walk by and they’re sitting around idly filing their nails or slurping instant noodles with the oddly detached look of the terminally bored. In the next one a girl is yawning in mid stretch, the others chit chatting away, all in bathrobes.
They‘re everywhere in Shanghai and you’ll find them next to the local convenience store, the ramshackle fruit shop, the illicit DVD store. The small shops with pink glass, candy cane hypnotically twirling in front. I’m afraid to look too long lest I’m hypnotised and find myself stumbling inside while clucking like a chicken.
Now, if you were to see a candy cane back home, your first thought would probably be “Geez I really could do with a trim” but if you were to go in you would probably be getting more than a bit off the top if you know what I mean.
Yes. They are brothels! It’s where a bloke can go for a quickie during his lunch break or to scratch an itch when heading home from the clubs. In theory, you could go in and ask for a haircut but they may look at you a bit funny. I’ve tried. I got a funny look.
The weird thing is that I’ve never actually seen anyone walk in to one of them no matter what time of day and night. It would make sense that they must have some punters otherwise why would they be open. I suspect there must be a back door with a sliding peephole manned by a tiny crinkly madam who bars entry without the secret Confucian phrase. “Man who walk sideways through airport going to Bangkok”.
Or maybe I’m just a romantic at heart.
P.S. If you are in Shanghai and tempted I heard about a bloke who got athlete’s foot on his knob. The mind boggles.
Out of curiosity, I can’t help having a sneaky peek through the pink frosted glass as I walk by and they’re sitting around idly filing their nails or slurping instant noodles with the oddly detached look of the terminally bored. In the next one a girl is yawning in mid stretch, the others chit chatting away, all in bathrobes.
They‘re everywhere in Shanghai and you’ll find them next to the local convenience store, the ramshackle fruit shop, the illicit DVD store. The small shops with pink glass, candy cane hypnotically twirling in front. I’m afraid to look too long lest I’m hypnotised and find myself stumbling inside while clucking like a chicken.
Now, if you were to see a candy cane back home, your first thought would probably be “Geez I really could do with a trim” but if you were to go in you would probably be getting more than a bit off the top if you know what I mean.
Yes. They are brothels! It’s where a bloke can go for a quickie during his lunch break or to scratch an itch when heading home from the clubs. In theory, you could go in and ask for a haircut but they may look at you a bit funny. I’ve tried. I got a funny look.
The weird thing is that I’ve never actually seen anyone walk in to one of them no matter what time of day and night. It would make sense that they must have some punters otherwise why would they be open. I suspect there must be a back door with a sliding peephole manned by a tiny crinkly madam who bars entry without the secret Confucian phrase. “Man who walk sideways through airport going to Bangkok”.
Or maybe I’m just a romantic at heart.
P.S. If you are in Shanghai and tempted I heard about a bloke who got athlete’s foot on his knob. The mind boggles.
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