Con Dao, Vietnam, August 2009
It's been raining cats and dogs lately.
One of the brothels right in front of my window office had some sort of blessing this afternoon. Lucky money was thrown out by the ladies and the pimps and fake money was burnt on the sidewalk.
From my somewhat conservative practice, straight from my window, there are two brothels stuck in between a luxurious cafe and a bakery. Under the cover name of "billiards", they are actually quite lucrative businesses which start work as soon as it is dusk. Around 6PM, despite the soundproof windows, I hear the ladies calling customers in. Seeing by the window guys pretending to hesitate and be forced to get in by their friends or colleagues is actually a daily sight here. Traditional (and universal) profession, I guess.