The bar girls lift men out of themselves. Their brio is infectious. They chatter and coo. They flirt and circle. They settle and scuttle and work the crowd. It feels a bit like sitting too close to the comedian at a show. You know you’re going to get singled out. You know the spotlight is going to land on you. It makes you furtive, ever ready to flinch or grin. The showy force of their availability is like the onrush of a waterfall as you stand below looking up. Thai bar girls could coax life from a corpse. They’re the truly wicked witches of the East – irresistibly profane and lithe as gymnasts.
— Part I: http://www.mahala.co.za/spotlight/welcome-to-naai-land/ Part II: http://www.mahala.co.za/leisure/the-ladyboy-strikes-back/
