Advertisements were on the sides of busses and bus stops of happy soap
families and big-breasted bra wearers both of which made the saliva
increase in his mouth the way an orange would. Shop signs crouched low
with sidewalk beggars, international fast food restaurants and flyers
thrust into hands: and it all spoke of the city the same as the
skyscrapers that alone were the epitome of opulence and disparity.
"What do you want from life?" said the whore at her door. "Enroll at
Siam University and find new opportunities. Don't let bad grades stop
you," she continued. "Come in, and I'll give you a massage that will
make your body feel in ways you've never imagined," said the shark
restaurant worker who made a commission luring those of supercilious
tastes to a cuisine laced in marginal traces of mercury. "Shark Fins
this way," said the tuc tuc driver eager to compound a taxi fee with an
agency's commission for bringing a foreigner to a beloved half-hour
lady of the night. "Want a girl?" asked the white robed female Buddhist
nuns who had shaved heads and collection canisters in their hands as
they stood on the steps leading to the platform of the sky train like
Hara Krishnas.
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