Yes, you did not read wrong. We had lunch at a brothel! How can you hate a town whose best dining options also offer a backdoor to snatch vendors? This brothel comes complete with a parrot. We decided that if we had the time, we would teach it to say things like:
"Polly wants a piece of ass, SQUACK!"
"Here comes your wife. SQUACK!"
"Old Nasty Gringo, SQUACK!"
"That was quick. SQUACK!"
But, alas, it is time to move on...
1 comment:
Oh. My. God.
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