What a Way to Go...
Just got to tell you all about this. You know that I work on that part of town bordering the seedier old town where interesting things happen. Things that would never be even mentioned on the "more respectable" side of the town.
Yesterday, the usually boring atmosphere of Fatimah Cafe became charged with mixed feelings. And old man died while enjoying the services of a sex worker in a rented room above a Chinese coffee-shop. The kopitiam has several middle-aged women offering cheap services and is usually patronised by lonely local labourers and foreign workers from Nepal, Bangladesh, etc.
Almost everyone in the neighbourhood flocked to the shop to see who the poor guy was when his body was taken into the ambulance. Of course, his female partner was nowhere to be seen; it would have been bad for business. Toh-pooi, the lady who supplies Chinese Viagras to hopeful old men in the area came back quite relieved because the dead man was not one of her customers.
The Ma-piao guy (he sells four digit betting results) came back very excited, shouting "K*ngk*k sampai mati!" and started to distribute the appropriate number to anyone interested on the street. I think it was 1022 or something. (The punters had compiled numeric equivalents to objects and situations for betting. "K*ngk*k sampai mati!" means "to copulate until death!")
Well, the number came out for the minor prizes but it was re-arranged. Maybe they did not take into account of the position of the couple at the time of the incident. There will be red faces at the funeral today but I hope the old man died smiling.
Yesterday, the usually boring atmosphere of Fatimah Cafe became charged with mixed feelings. And old man died while enjoying the services of a sex worker in a rented room above a Chinese coffee-shop. The kopitiam has several middle-aged women offering cheap services and is usually patronised by lonely local labourers and foreign workers from Nepal, Bangladesh, etc.
Almost everyone in the neighbourhood flocked to the shop to see who the poor guy was when his body was taken into the ambulance. Of course, his female partner was nowhere to be seen; it would have been bad for business. Toh-pooi, the lady who supplies Chinese Viagras to hopeful old men in the area came back quite relieved because the dead man was not one of her customers.
The Ma-piao guy (he sells four digit betting results) came back very excited, shouting "K*ngk*k sampai mati!" and started to distribute the appropriate number to anyone interested on the street. I think it was 1022 or something. (The punters had compiled numeric equivalents to objects and situations for betting. "K*ngk*k sampai mati!" means "to copulate until death!")
Well, the number came out for the minor prizes but it was re-arranged. Maybe they did not take into account of the position of the couple at the time of the incident. There will be red faces at the funeral today but I hope the old man died smiling.
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