I can only imagine the scene at Shanghai's swinging-est Mexican cantina. But apparently I wasn't imgining quite far enough:
Maybe I'm being unreasonable, here, but...shouldn't you know whether you're a prostitute or not?
And if YOU don't...how does the bouncer know?
Ths must be one of those cross-cultural things they don't explain at the Families with Children from China get-togethers. Lion dances? Yes. Kung fu? Yep. Moon Festival? Gotcha covered.
Figuring out whether or not you're a prostitute?
Not so much.
Well...damn.
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I can think of a few people who have prostituted themselves, although perhaps not in the traditional sense, and I don't think they've recognized it yet. Maybe their bouncers function as self-realization coaches on the side, a sort of 'find yourself' service for those who worry if they've sold their soul.
Okay, that Chief, has got to be the funniest thing I've ever seen written on a sign board.
I'm still cracking up over that part, "ask one of our security guards, they'll sort it out for you."
ROFL!
Hysterical!
I haven't visited for a while, but I have to say, it was worth coming around!
Loved the Barack Skywalker photo... not to mention the restaurant sign- where do you get them!?!
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