There is a Hooker Outside My Window!

She’s there every morning. I’m not sure what time she starts, but she’s already there when my favorite breakfast joint opens at eight am. I guess the early bird gets the late worm. The street is certainly devoid of any competition at that time. Most people don’t get up in Patong, Thailand, until around 10 am. I am not here to criticize or judge just observe.

I take my favorite spot at The Coffee Club inside on one of the rocking chairs, looking out at the street and reading the news on my iPhone. Every now and then, I look up and see her standing across the street, waving her fan and making suggestive gestures with her mouth and her index finger to male passers by.

She’s got a live one, chatting up a middle-aged Ozzie with a backpack sporting a large graphic of a kangaroo. She’s holding his arm to give her time to make her pitch. He listens for a good 90 seconds, then moves on.

Lost that one..

I spend about an hour in the coffee shop each day, and I’ve never actually seen her head down the alley with anyone, but as it’s not my only source of entertainment. Anyway I can’t be sure, for she does disappear from time to time. She’s got to be near the end of her career. It’s like Logan’s Run out here. The bar girls are all under thirty and almost all universally pretty. She’s got to be forty. I know it’s the…