Sunday, November 16, 2008

The Pink Light District

So, the Red Light district in the little town I'm in is actually the Pink Light District. It's a really curious setup. There are tons and tons of little hair salons going down the main strip of town. In each hair salon are two to three women, most relatively attractive and in their 20s. These are legit hair studios, with the swivel chairs, clippers, Barbisol, et al. However in the back of every salon are 2-3 single beds behind a curtain.

Gabriel and I have been trying to figure out why it is these two businesses are combined:
  • A person needs a haircut once every two weeks, and apparently the services of a prostitute on a similar schedule.

  • The women are trying to recession proof their businesses. When people stop seeing prostitutes they start dating, and everybody that's anybody gets a haircut before a first date.

  • It takes a long time to become a great hairstylist, so it's necessary to turn tricks before you learn the tricks of the haircutting trade.

I honestly can't figure it out. But if these salons/brothels are anything like the "Happy Smiles Restaurant" back in the states that serves donuts/chinese food/burgers/smoothies - one would do well to keep his/her distance. A jack of all trades is a master of none.

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