Reve-cur-lation.
So I went for a sleepover at Cheras at my friend's house. Being the ponce that we are, it was only natural we went out at night and became what is dubbbed as "night butterflies" (kupu2 malam). So we did. We dolled up, hailed a cab, brazing through the madly drizzling rain to fulfill our 'mission'. As we arrived, surprisingly, some of them were already 'wasted'. Mind you, we did not go into the club. Just around and along them. It struck me how people (or at least those who were there) were so drawn into the loud-banging music and flashing disco lights as much as moths are pulled into the fire. I don't think I need to fill you in on the 'sceneries', do I? What I'm penning here, being part of my revelation of the other side of the city, concerns the 'cur', otherwise knownas prostitution. That's right. Female and shemale alike. Alike they were, that it wasn't easy to determine which is which at first glance. I learn that