Tuesday, July 10, 2007

Wherein I sound like the moral police, but still, ew.

My mom made it back from China safely, and aside from a cool wood sculpture from Qufu, she brought me a solicitation card that was slipped under her hotel door. Apparently, Jen is hooking in Shandong province. Who knew?

(Also, my mom tells me that prostitutes are also fond of knocking on your door at 2am and calling your room randomly. I found this amusing, if sort of creepy, since I'm guessing it must work if they keep doing it.)

Somehow perhaps related, a restaurant-working friend of mine was recently working when some skeezy dude handed her this hotel card:

Yeesh. Gross.


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