"¦Because I don't want to go on my own." I asked my sister-in-law, Grace ' no, I shamelessly begged my sister-in-law to come with me.
"Even if you're supposed to - I'm definitely NOT going in - O K?"
"All right - just come with me, Grace. We'll walk down the street¦ make a few observations¦ then go - I promise!"
"Unless we get propositioned! Giggling, we both felt more relaxed about the whole adventure.
"Turn right here - William Street. 530-something. 415... There's parking. Quick! Mind the police car."
"You sure you want to do this?
"Where's 395?"
Anyway, to cut a long story short, we wandered up and down the street. Noted the scruffy and garish buildings, the smells, and the people rushing about and wondered what they were up to.
Especially the police car, which was still parked outside a place, called 'The Site - Girls - Girls - Girls'.
One building stood out amongst the colourful, boxy, chaos. Cream walls, dark brown trim and roof. Neat gardens with two stately palms waving gently in the breeze, which breathed 'class'. Aphrodite's. A brass nameplate and large numbers on the wall '395' for those 'in the know', and the door discreetly open, inviting custom.
Of course, curiosity got the better of us - we couldn't resist and after passing the entry twice, walked in.
The little old lady behind the counter gave a non-committal nod and pressed a button. A door to our left opened and another (very elegant) little old lady also smiled a greeting.
My companion's mouth had dropped three inches so I smiled "Is this a restaurant?"
With a pitying look Madam replied, "No - it's a brothel!"
Well, I shot out of there, leaving my compatriot chatting about how lovely the room was.
And that was just BEAUTIFUL!
