During the weekend there were many conversations as we were forced indoors because of the remnant of Ernesto sideswiped the Hamptons. An interesting topic was room salons. I honestly have never been but I can't say my friends haven't. I'm sure a couple of them have already cashed in frequent buyer points if there is a VIP program at these things. Anyway, a female friend who resided in Seoul not too long ago was explaining to me the ins and outs of the red light district of Seoul. I don't want to write about all the stories she shared but apparently money buys whatever you desire and in her words, the girls in the room salons are prettier than Korean actresses or models which I find hard to believe. So a dead giveaway of a room salon gal is a girl driving a real nice car, all dolled up and no ring.
This conversation reminded me of a very old friend who visited Korea for a couple years because he was an upcoming pro in a particular sport to train there. In the offseason, he spent 2 weeks as a male prostitute in Seoul. I will save you from the details but I found it interesting that he would venture into such a dark and seedy world. What was surprising was the number of females in Korea who will pay for a male prostitute because he was busy every night. His wait in the back of a cafe where he would lounge with other male hos wasn't a long one as he would be called frequently throughout the night. He was an athlete so his long stamina wasn't surprising. Thankfully after 2 weeks, he got what he called a "conscience" and gave it up.
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