The News Lens
By: James Baron
‘I’m Mi-Mi, 21 years old, 166 cm, 47 kg, 36-24-34, a student but moonlighting. I offer a bathing and
massage service and compensated dating. 3,000 for 90 minutes, 7,000 for an overnight stay. Want to make an appointment?’
“I’m waiting for you, handsome guy,” Little Mi Mi messages. “Don’t you want me? Hurry up! Give me your phone number.”
This latest in a string of formulaic missives comes through as I loiter on a dank street corner, poorly wired neon signs fizzling overhead like cicadas drowning in bucket of soda. It’s spitting and thunder is cracking. A typhoon leers.
“Phone number! Quickly, give it me.” The messages don’t let up. “You don’t want to play? Little sister is tired. If you don’t want to play, Mi Mi is going to bed.” [FULL STORY]