MY FRIEND! MY FRIEND!Calle de las Pizzas, otherwise known as 'Pizza Alley,' is packed this Friday night with tourists from around the world.
A Peruvian materializes in front of me, a plastered grin on his face, arms wide in smiling ambush. “My friend! My friend! Peruvian food for you! Pisco Sour for you! My Friend!” His words stop as I pass him, like a radio switched off. A surging crowd of smiling faces takes his place as the music rises, becoming loud with desire. A primal beat surrounds me like an enveloping hand squeezed tight as I feel my clothes vibrating to the eternal 'thump-thump' that circles around me.
“Chicas, Mister! Chicas? I have many chicas! You want?” He extends his hand for a handshake.
“No girls tonight,” I say.
The man disappears into the surging crowd to be replace
