Rough Groove

P Burgos, Makati City

Cuddles. Jungle. Ivory. The Matrix. Stardust. Montana. High Heels. Billboard Club.

Flower girls. Flower boys. Fake watch and sunglass hawkers. Taxi drivers.

Bouncers. Pimps. Prostitutes. Comfort Girls. Young. Old. Beautiful. Not beautiful. Dressed to the nines. Full make up. Plain looking.

Japanese. Koreans. Caucasians. White. Black. Yellow. Brown. Fat. Thin. Balding. Dashing…

…and other life forms line the streets of P. Burgos, the red light district of Makati. No, I’m not here to gawk at these people or watch the dancing lights running through the marquee’s edges (but I do admit, it is interesting to watch them not for the pity-you-lucky-me thinking but more on the kaleidescope of forms, color and features of these denizens to the haughtiness of the foreigners that take their pickings from the vurnerable if not desperate ladies sashaying on the hard concrete earth littered with candy wrappers and other plastics). Or heaven forbids, taste its poisoned fruits.

I was just passing by on my way to the hotel where I’m staying.