Sam finds Channy waiting for him on the steps to the massage parlor. The POI is laughing it up with some of the girls seated there, enjoying the night. One of them is eating what appears to be rice and fish from a ceramic bowl, another is smoking a cigarette. They are pretty girls, all of them wearing the Cindy’s Massage Parlor signature, if not uniform, tight shorts and black t-shirt. Drunk young college-age men walk by in shorts and t-shirts and whistle at the girls. In turn, the girls invite them in for massages.
“You get happy ending,” one shouts. “You get boom boom. Good price, American boy.”
Sam offers Channy a friendly pat on the back. “Did the earth shake, my friend?” he asks.
Channy gives him an annoyed gaze. “Your generosity is much appreciated, Sam.”
“That answers that,” Sam
