What sort of mess do I get myself into? - I had found myself drinking at Orchard Tower, Singapore's infamous "Four Floors of Whores.”
Considering day 2 was a total disaster - referring to my barefoot adventure around Singapore earlier that morning (explained here) - I ensured I woke up early and packed day three with activities, including a river cruise and exploring Gardens by the Bay.
Exhausted and queasy from a surprise seafood dinner, I arrived back the hostel and to the Prince of Wales Backpacker Pub around 10 PM. I planned on having one or two drinks before heading to bed early. NIGHT 3:
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I hopped in one of the two taxis hailed. I probably should have asked a little more information, for example, where exactly along Orchard Road we were going? ... Then we arrived at the Crazyhorse.
I am thinking "Oh, this is going to be great" assuming I was about to enter a room full of strippers, but oh no, once we walked inside one of the guys leaned in to mention "Oh, by the way, you're probably the only non-prostitute in this bar"!
What sort of mess do I get myself into? - I had found myself drinking at Orchard Tower, Singapore's infamous "Four Floors of Whores.”
The night was hilarious! The girls and ladyboys somewhat assumed they had to have my permission before they tried to make any moves on the men in my group (like I cared), so I had some of the funniest, random conversations with people that night. Everyone was great.
The ladyboys were incredibly gorgeous. The group I was with kept referring to me for help in identifying their gender. I'll admit that I did joke around and say the opposite a couple of times - after all, they had ushered me to a hooker supermarket.
I couldn't stop laughing; everything was so random, pure gold!
Unknown to me at the time, there is a skill-tester/ claw machine in the corner of the club (because stuffed toys are a man's number 1 priority at a prostitute bar). The youngest of the group spent time and money playing to win me one as a souvenir of the night. He returned and handed a plush 'laughing emoji' to me, along with the comment "an accurate representation of your face all night."
The ladyboys were incredibly gorgeous. The group I was with kept referring to me for help in identifying their gender. I'll admit that I did joke around and say the opposite a couple of times - after all, they had ushered me to a hooker supermarket.
I couldn't stop laughing; everything was so random, pure gold!
Unknown to me at the time, there is a skill-tester/ claw machine in the corner of the club (because stuffed toys are a man's number 1 priority at a prostitute bar). The youngest of the group spent time and money playing to win me one as a souvenir of the night. He returned and handed a plush 'laughing emoji' to me, along with the comment "an accurate representation of your face all night."
Adding to the night's peculiar events, after an hour and a half of drinks and laughter, the 2nd youngest expat tried to make a move on me. Na-ah! this was a friendship deal. He was apologetic and friendly about it, but I made a quick exit.
It's all fun and games until you're at a hooker bar and someone tries to kiss you.
It's all fun and games until you're at a hooker bar and someone tries to kiss you.
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Unlike part one, I do have some terrible iPhone photos of this night, however, due to the sensitivity of the subject matter, I'm hesitant to post any photos or name any names online.
Unlike part one, I do have some terrible iPhone photos of this night, however, due to the sensitivity of the subject matter, I'm hesitant to post any photos or name any names online.
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24/3/2018 04:46:15 pm
It's a very random place.
Keeps them off the super clean streets, I suppose 😂
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