Tat heaven. Once you are three stalls in you have seen everything on offer. It all comes down to price.
This is one of the red light districts so you get the laminated 'ping pong' menu shoved in your face between stalls. No matter what age, sex, gender or nationality it's in your face. The guy looking surprised even though he saw you turn the last one down two paces ago.
Looking in these places it just seemed full of disinterested looking strippers in M&S'a entry level undies. *roll eyes*
Things started looking up when we found the Asian eqv of the Rolling stones in a bar keeping the dance floor busy. So we took a ring side seat as they dismantled the market. First by hand, then forklift trucks.
Still going at 3am when we staggered off. All the crap, er stock went into numbered boxes. F*@k knows where they all went. Surely it would be cheaper to pay someone to keep an eye on it until the next day!?
Anyway I caught Alison having a cheeky look at the ping pong menu.
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