I'm in a city called Cordoba. I went for a midnight stroll last night to check it out. Coming back to the hostel just one street parallel of the main street I suddenly found myself in the wrong area. Four manly ladyboys outside a bar made me some kind of offer (or perhaps paid me a compliment) and there appeared to be a person posing on each street corner wearing a tight dress. Whether it was a man, woman or combination I couldn't always tell from my side of the street. But as I got nearer the city centre a figure appeared out of the shadows in front of me. With chest stuck out the figure flicked it's long hair, stepped into the light and said something in a deep, husky voice. As the street light hit the figure's profile I burst into a laugh. It was basically a tall, fat man with tits in a red dress. Five o'clock shadow and a deep smokers voice did nothing for his femininity, but I tried to swallow my laughter as to not cause offense or get beat up. And then at the thought of being beaten up I took a quick look around for any pimps. But once again burst out laughing as I thought 'perhaps the ladyboy is his own pimp'.
2 comments:
alright mate,
been a while!! you ever gonna bother goin home??
was just thinkin, your little story about the ladyboy...it doesn't explain what happened after you stopped laughing..be honest...i bet you did!!
laters
Ed
Mr Pies,
Long time no see. Great to hear from ya and cheers for checking the blog.
I'll email ya later with the real story of what happened with the ladyboys. You still using ed-in-the-red-dress@hotmail.com?
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