Lesson 2: Always learn to recce first.

Important thing I learnt from an expensive lesson is to first find out what are the common practices of a joint before we plunge dick first into it.

Awhile back LB and I decided to check out the joints at Joo Chiat. The rave about the place becoming a Red light district was hitting the news stands and getting MP's all worried and anxious. For us, that was a good thing, we ain't running for good citizen awards, so the increased vice activity was in tangent to our fast exhausting but still ever insatiable appetite of a night life.

Quick updates to the armchair fishermen out there. The streets of JC is laced with vice, u can smell it I swear, it's the cheap perfume I'm guessing. There are alot and I emphasize, ALOT of KTV pubs lined on both sides of the road. Drive down deeper and the place now becomes filled with massage palours with sleazy cheena signboards that totally spell "I'm a fuck joint".

LB and me virtually covered the entire place on foot. Lotsa stories here, but I'll save it for the road ahead and stick to the important lesson. Well, we went into some KTV pub where all the Vietnamese girls worked. Basically, they just stand around and if u like them enough, you can buy them a drink and from what we saw that nite, groping is an entitlement. We sat down and ordered a beer, hoping to see some hot babes... ZERO.

No hot babes and the ones we liked enough to even strike a conversation were taken, so we decided to just enjoy the beer. Viet cong 1 and Viet cong 2 comes along. Both had a tummy and both were average looking. They sat down next to us and started talking. Ok.. talking was fine wif us but we were more into watching tv and talking to each other than to spare anyone else attention. The Viet Congs started to peel peanuts for us, we felt pampered, hence the obligatory smile once awhile.

1.47am : The place is closing and Viet Congs say they wanna leave. We say "Bye"
1.49am : Viet Congs are still saying they want to leave. I start wondering if my chair was pressing down on her skirt or something that was preventing them from leaving.
1.50am : Viet Congs finally demand ransom. " give me tip la" (In Viet slang Mandarin). LB and I are shocked. Tips for peeling peanuts? And we didnt even fucking touched them! The man next to us had his hands glued to his Viet's butt for the whole nite and he's giving a $10 tip. WE FUCKING ATE PEANUTS and we have to give $10???!

You don't need a masters in business to see the inequality here. Yes, we've been conned and we're idiots to not have groped them. We complained to the boss (a lady) she said it was the norm here.

LB: "But we DIDN'T ask them to sit with us"
Boss: "If you don't want them, when they sit tell them you not interested."

Well, too late for that. The damn Viet Cong was obviously guerilla trained cos she was pulling my arm pretty tightly and they were damn smart to be prying on two young innocent boys. Singapore loses the war here gentlemen, cos we coughed up the dough for those two bitches.

Moral? Check out the scene first fellow fishermen.. $10 for being fed nuts is (excuse the pun) nuts.