Well as most of you know I have just returned from a spell in Marmaris/Icmeler.
Well one evening I was driving home very late, must have been about 1am, anyway, I was heading in the direction past Tansas towards the Pearl of the World statue. About 200 yards before hitting the Shell garage adjacent to Pearl of the World I noticed a group of what I thought were five women all dressed up like whores, but extremely attractive.
I slowed the car down, put the window down and shouted to them 'how much', they replied 'too much' in a VERY DEEP VOICE. I then realised they were a group of men selling their wares and were certainly not interested in women.
The next evening I made a point of slowing down whilst passing the trannies, this time there were three working men, I could not help myself but shout 'good evening bitches', its a bit like tourettes syndrome, I simply could not help myself and laughed all the way home. Mind you, I would not have laughed had the car chosen to have broken down at that precise spot
A couple of evenings later, a Turkish lad I know walked past them playing on his iphone, he was so engrossed in playing iphone okey that he had forgotten about the trannies. Like a magnet to a lump of metal five working men approached him and said 'come here handsome boy, come', he nearly dropped his phone with shock, promptly put it (the phone) in his pocket and replied 'no thanks' and moved quicker than being told that the PKK had just planted a bomb on the street he was walking on.
I watched these men regularly, sometimes there were two men, sometimes five, I expect it depended on whether the others had gone off for 'business' .
It just goes to show how these men can make very good money working the streets dressed as women. That reminds me
Ruby
Well one evening I was driving home very late, must have been about 1am, anyway, I was heading in the direction past Tansas towards the Pearl of the World statue. About 200 yards before hitting the Shell garage adjacent to Pearl of the World I noticed a group of what I thought were five women all dressed up like whores, but extremely attractive.
I slowed the car down, put the window down and shouted to them 'how much', they replied 'too much' in a VERY DEEP VOICE. I then realised they were a group of men selling their wares and were certainly not interested in women.
The next evening I made a point of slowing down whilst passing the trannies, this time there were three working men, I could not help myself but shout 'good evening bitches', its a bit like tourettes syndrome, I simply could not help myself and laughed all the way home. Mind you, I would not have laughed had the car chosen to have broken down at that precise spot
A couple of evenings later, a Turkish lad I know walked past them playing on his iphone, he was so engrossed in playing iphone okey that he had forgotten about the trannies. Like a magnet to a lump of metal five working men approached him and said 'come here handsome boy, come', he nearly dropped his phone with shock, promptly put it (the phone) in his pocket and replied 'no thanks' and moved quicker than being told that the PKK had just planted a bomb on the street he was walking on.
I watched these men regularly, sometimes there were two men, sometimes five, I expect it depended on whether the others had gone off for 'business' .
It just goes to show how these men can make very good money working the streets dressed as women. That reminds me
Ruby