First eat tacos, then deal with the situation…

It is 11:30 pm, which means it’s time to tie my shoe laces and get my stuff ready to head over to the meeting spot.

I arrived in time and decided to head over to eat a few tacos before the long night ahead of me. I was accompanied by my mate good friend Miguel.

First act: A kid who Miguel knows approached us and had a quick chat. He is, defined in street slang, as a ‘niño mona’ which means that he is a kid inhaler of a sort of thinner type substance which keeps him high whilst his brain cells are dying every second, a terrible drug among them all.

He quickly drifts and remains by the stall chatting to the staff.
A police car then parks right by us, two officers get out of the car, say hello to the kid and exchange a few words with the staff. They all seem friendly to each other even though the kid is clearly doped out. That in itself would be a genuine motive for the kid’s immediate arrest, nevertheless, they let him off.

Second act: The two officers are still around, ready to order their delicious night time dishes. 
I suddenly notice a man taking pictures of the police car which alerts the officers to ask him if he is ok. The man responds that he has been trying to get hold of a policeman for one and a half hours due to a nearby incident but no help was received.

He carries on taking pictures of the police registration plates to report them I believe. Meanwhile, one of the officers explained to the man that they don’t belong to that constituency, they are in fact from another nearby area.

That explanation pretends to clear the two hungry police officers off from the issue to assists the man.

As one of the officers mediates with the desperate man, the second officer is much more concerned with his food matters, hence he indicates to the taco man to prepare him two meat tacos with everything inside them, meaning coriander and onions, yummy!

After that me and Miguel left to meet our friends unknowing whether the cops decided to assist the citizen or whether they filled their poor old hungry stomachs!

Third act: Later into the night at around 3:30 am, we find ourselves around the city centre, in the financial district, driving down a back street. As we drove down a dark road, we noticed a man at the distance that looked pretty god damn dodgy. I saw that he kept staring at us incessantly though my instant reaction was that he was watching out for someone who was stealing something or so though that was certainly not the case.

After a few seconds we all agreed that he was definitely dodgy so we decided to reverse not before we asked him for directions.

As we drove past him, we saw 2 more guys standing on the corner of that same road, then we turned into another street and 2 more guys were standing right by the edge of the road again and one more was standing further down. After a few minutes we deduced that all 7 or so guys who were roughly between 25 to 35 years of age were all prostitutes working in the middle of the night on a goddamn wealthy district of the city.

We were all in dismay as it is very rare, for all of us at least, to see men just like us, dressed like us and of a similar age offering sexual services.

The three of us agreed that we are so used to sadly seeing women working in the sex business but suddenly observing males prostituting themselves was pretty odd and strange at the same time…