Jabberwocky
Frumious Bandersnatch
I took a friend of mine to a couple of dodgy brothels a couple of years back. He was in his sixties and he'd had a stroke. Was on a disability pension, so couldn't afford high class escorts. That's what he said anyway. Anyway, they'd often parade women in front of me while I was waiting for him. Never had the slightest interest. I remember once talking to this young Asian girl who sat beside me in the waiting room in an illegal happy ending place in the suburbs. She was a pretty girl. Smart, too. I couldn't help but ask her why she did what she did and I tried to convince her that there were other options... but I'm pretty sure I just ended up offending her. I get the impression she's not used to visitors questioning her life choices. I always felt conflicted about that conversation, like I was judging her or being elitist or something. But (at the same time) I feel sorry for her. Doesn't seem like any way to live.
The girl I spoke with was also Asian, very smart and in college. She was more receptive to our discussion. I guess stripping is fundamentally different than prostitution, though. She ultimately explained she was making very good money. It was a high end strip club, not some sleazy dirty joint. We probably talked for like 30 minutes while all her coworkers came up to me saying "heyyyy birthday boy!!!". Yeah, no. Get away. I don't get turned on or entertained by lap dances. That's just me, though.