All the women lie to you but the ones that catch your ear (and wallet) are the ones that can fake sincerity. The depressing part comes, and it always comes, when they rope you in by being actually sincere. To whit: girl climbing over me and tugging on my hair (I'm the "Red" in the list above). Well and good until she mentions her father is also called "Red." Bad enough. Turns out both her parents, and her brothers, and all her sisters have red hair. I observe her brown hair. Jump straight to depressing, she talks about recessive genes and how it was unlikely she has brown hair. Jump to worse, she mentions how her mother died her hair red until she was twelve always the day before she visited her father in jail.

*sigh* For a pack of whales you'd think they could maintain disbelief for a few hours. No Luck. You don't even want to be around at last call when the girls offer to perform back at your hotel room ("would you think less of me if I asked you to.."). We were at the "nice" places too.

Wait for tomorrow! I'll be covering "The Wages of Sin" directly. As a hobby and a bit of conversation I talked to every cabbie, bathroom attendant, shot girl, bartendress, and of course stripper. The incentives for legal activities shake out pretty reasonably. I didn't get an inside view on the illegal but was propositioned enough to get some of the mechanics.