taiwan: red light district.
this is day 100 (?) (who knows what day) in taiwan—the deborah experience. so, what exactly did i do today?
1. shopping, as usual.
2. ended up in my typical spot in taipei —> McDonalds in front of mitsukoshi :) and here. i said to a lady: “excuse me, 這裡有人坐嗎?” and then we ended up having an hour long conversation about:
- taiwan’s education system
- taiwan’s political system
-my/her life story.
overall, it was a nice conversation, though we did have some language barriers here and there. we exchanged emails, and i might visit her in 台中. which will be sweet :)
3. i went to the “red light district” of the taipei region today. with, YEP YOU GOT IT, dad :). so the ‘red light district’ is often deemed as where prostitutes/high class ‘escorts’ usually, strive, and do their business in.
-what we did today, on the streets of “林森北路,” we were attempting to find this korean bbq my dad ate at once. but, ‘unfortunately,’ we ended up at this 47 year old, high class taiwanese cuisine restaurant. [you can pretty much order dishes on the streets for like 1/5 the price. no…seriously] so, this place is called “青葉” and it is quite famous for…the high class escorts.
-a side story: i looked pretty nice today. yes, im not modest, but this has to deal with the whole concept of “high class escort ” C: short skirt, tight shirt, mascara, eyeliner, hair down, all the damn works.
-anyways, so my dad and i entered this restaurant, and it was pretty much a japanese restaurant—no joke. all the customers were pretty much japanese businessmen, with their counterpart taiwanese partners, and there were a couple of koreans. i ASSUME some of the customers thought i was my dad’s high class escort. yeahhhhh….that was awkward as a mofo.
-the story goes on… but, while i was walking the several sketchy alley ways, my dad and i could tell who was not exactly “normal,” and were more prone to “sexual activies”—let’s put it that way :) and while we were strolling along these sketchy alley ways, there were several “japanese bars” behind closed doors. a mini-building, one after the other. and you really can’t see what’s going on behind those doors. and on these particular doors, there are several signs. signs read: you have to be 18 yrs old and older to enter. and then, something about 30 yr olds and i was like… woah, ew, disgusting, sketch, wtf.
-nope, we didn’t end up going because my dad was like “i’ve been there, done that. deborah, you’ll get hit on. let’s just go to an american type bar, where things are… let’s just say, more open”
4. rode the train back home… safely. by myself :)
5. drank alcohol, as usual.
pictures coming soooooooon!!!! too bad i didn’t take a picture of myself today, i looked pretty fly, not gonna lie.