When I was in university
Once I was drunk
and went with drunk friends
to go drinking on the street
Some back alley
near the outskirts of the metro
Somewhere known to be
rough
Poor and dirty
I think I was wearing nice boots
colorful loud stockings from Hong Kong
I remember drinking and laughing
making jokes
with some gay prostitutes
who were that evening's hosts.
I remember once also
I met this girl thru a friend
She was a young journalist
or studying to be one
or just starting out on her career
don't remember the specifics
I do remember thinking to myself
What a pretty girl
put together
Speaks eloquently
and boy does she look expensive
And when she left
My friend asked me,
can you keep a secret?
You know my friend,
she's a high class prostitute.
or an expensive escort
on dull nights.
Fast forward to the now
I have met these two sisters
the elder being
my close friend's boyfriend's older brother's girlfriend
(mouthful)
when you ask them what they do,
they say
Model.
Hey I'm in fashion, and I know what models look like
I take their measurements
I dress them,
help them undress.
And you, ma'am
are no model.
You could be,
however,
be a promo girl
or a car show model
but, no. Model, definitely not.
I do know you understand the word
Sponsor
not the kind that donates kind or money
in exchange for PR
but the kind that gives you a house
that your entire clan
(from your uncles to their wives and their children and your mother and her cousins)
could squeeze in
in exchange for some fucking
I understand your
younger sister
who seems to be a bigger "star"
has a long list of big name Sponsors
from people who represent our government
to the man who represents the country's fist
I have met
drunken loud gay hookers
proper expensive escorts
but I am quite
astounded by
whoring sisters.
