“Don’t mind him,” I said, “He can be weird sometimes.”
Alessandro smiled, closed in on me, and took my hands in his, without prior permission which I thought he would seek only if he had forgotten the night we had together at the club, but no, it’s still stored in his mind.
“Be my guest.” He offered.
“Or rather, your guide, because I’m sure you can’t speak French, neither can you communicate with the locals who don’t speak either French or English itself,” I said.
“Okay, just be both.” He closed the haggling, a smooth way to win.
We walked away from the initial spot, and we did meet them, a whole lot of men out there, white and native, all strolling around with women, then, we saw it, a brothel with the name Madam Niger.
There were a couple of ladies in skimpy dresses t
