Prostitution in Taiwan

I went for a midnight walk with a very cool friend. We needed to get out, and we needed some action. On our search we walked passed a “motel.” The sign was written out in bright pink fluorescent lighting which can be seen for miles around. We peeked in and noticed that it looked more like an auto-repair shop than a hotel. There were rows of garages closed tightly by steel doors.

A disheveled girl, barely clothed in a tight black dress hardly reaching the bottom of her butt cheeks, teetered out on bow-legs ending in silver high heels. She flashed me a sheepish grin.

(Love Motel Sign seen from my classroom window many blocks away.)

“Is this one of those ‘girly’ motels?” asked my friend.
“Let’s go in and ask for a room and see what they say,” I urged.

We stood outside for a few seconds debating this plan. A car drove out of a garage and another girl similarly dressed as the first, stumbled out of the lobby to collect money from the driver.

The car rolled forward a few more feet and stopped in front of me. It was filled with four Taiwanese men. They were all laughing and screaming along to blaring Chinese pop music. The driver noticed me and made the universal sign for sex, a pointer finger going through a hole made by the fingers of the other hand. He plunged his finger in and out and yelled, “Wicky wicky wicky!” The man floored the engine and hauled it down the street.

“I guess that answers that question,” I said. My friend and I ran away down the street holding hands and howling with laughter in the stale night air.
I didn’t know how to react to this encounter other than to laugh and think it was ridiculous. The world is just a succession of endless folly. I think many people might have been shocked or disgusted. All I could do was giggle. Prostitution is a huge part of Chinese culture. Who am I to judge?