12

Andrea has written a couple posts about the ‘Massage Parlor’ Brothel next door to us. This isn’t a tin shack by the side of the road but a large windowless three story building with a footprint about 100 x 60 feet. Its parking lot holds 30-40 cars and there is plenty of room around back to park although many men come in taxis. This is one of the smaller of the ten massage parlors/entertainment venues within a mile of us on the road we live on. Here’s my take on what we see outside our window.

"12"

Morning
An older woman washes the clothes
Treated with such care
Always the same clothes – sun dresses and short shorts
Flags flutter in the breeze
The sign reads
Always cheap – Always Good

A fruit and vegetable truck pulls up by the back door, barred and locked
A girl in a red dress reaches through the bars to buy some oranges

Inside
the fishbowl
the girls wait

12 Noon
The gates are unlocked and opened and the first cars pull in
The dresses and short shorts are dry and pulled off the rack
So are the girls

Another shift

12 Midnight
Taxis wait to take the customers home
Dogs wait
A six year old boy waits, legs swinging from a chair outside the back door


Psalm 52:1-7; 58:1-3; 83:1-3; 62:11-12


Duncan