We first passed through an alley where GermanBob had claimed to have seen some places that might suit us. As we approached, we could see maybe that they were a bit more trashy than we were hoping for, and then the doors burst open and out poured some of the ugliest high-mileage prostitutes we have ever seen.
Uhhhh, no thanks. Then we headed more rapidly to the other end of the alley towards our escape, and past another place where there were both a female and boytoy prostitute waiting in front. The boy gave us the gay-cruise eyes. Uhhh, no thanks again. Damn straight. Just walking through that alley left me feeling like I had dug a canal through a wet ashtray, using my tongue.
Cafe con Piernas is a style of cafe where pretty girls in skimpy outfits stand behind the bar and serve coffee to patrons who are there to ogle them while pretending not to ogle them. The classy places have the girls in a short skirt and heels, and sometimes a good amount of hefty cleavage showing. The less classy places have girls in bikinis or lingerie.
After Haiti we decided that we wanted something a bit more substantial, so we went in search for a strip club. We were thinking a place with girls gyrating on stage in various stages of undress, and comfortable lounge chairs to sit back in and have a drink. What we found was another thing altogether. We were ushered down into the basement of this place, by guys in fine tuxedos.
There were a handful of girls in the requisite various stages of undress, and there was a stage, but nobody was dancing. Within mere minutes of us taking a seat and ordering drinks, we were set upon by the predatory whores of Babylon.
