We are just sitting, eating our subs, minding our own buisness. A young girl walks in to buy subs and drops ten bucks on the ground. Jon, being the gentleman that he is, picks up her money and hands it to her. She was quite surprised and then told Jon he was “solid.” Then she left, only to return a few minutes later.

“How old are you guys?” she says.
“Twenty three.” we reply.
“wanna come smoke a blunt?”
“Sure!”

“What does our age have to do with that?” I ask.
“Well I dont wanna give drugs to fifteen year olds.”
“Do we look fifteen?” I ask.
“No.”

So we wrap up the remainders of our subs and follow her out the door. She walks about fifty yards then opens an unmarked door between a couple stores. We step in. Its a dark hallway, seeminly leading to know where. The walls and floor are bear cement, the ceiling filed with exposed pipes and what not. We walk toward the end of the hallway and turn down another hall to the left. This hallways is similar to the last, but longer, and cluttered with a couch and numerous other itmes that didnt really seem to belong. It was dirty. We continue to the end of this hall at which point she rings a door bell.

“Oh shit, what are you names?”
“Jon.”
“Clive.”
“Yours?” I ask.
“Raven.”
“Is that your real name?” I ask.
“Yeah.”
“Cool”

The door is opened by a tall thin black girl, possible late teens early twenties, who is wearing some, well, somewhat revealing clothing. At least not the type of clothing most girls are wearing at five in the afternoon. We shake her hand and step into a dimply lit room, and then into another room with a red velvet pool table. The walls are covered in a seemingly poorly done sponge style paint effect. One wall has shard off glass organized into a rather unappealing design. A disco ball hangs from the ceiling reflecting light onto old style wood fruniture with floral designs on the fabric. Picture a low budget ‘Eyes Wide Shut.’ She leaves the room for a moment instructing us to play some pool while she give the subs to the girls. Jon and I look around checking out the ajacent rooms. On of witch containing a small TV, a couch and a blow up matress. Soft rock plays in the back ground. We begin to play pool. Raven returns moments later and takes us in to the small room with the matress. She proceeds to deflate it and throw it in the corner to get it out of the way. She turns on teh TV and we watch Everybody Loves Raymond while she rolls a joint.

She tells us she is the receptionist, she just moved here from Ottowa two months ago and is currently living in that particular room. She tells us she works for “OXYGEN 4U” which is a dating ’service’. I ask, “What exactly goes on here?” She says dates are provided and so on…there is a hot tub, sauna and other stuff down stairs. She then seems to get a little defensive. “These girls have kids to feed, they gotta do what they gotta do. I dont have any kids…I dont do what they do…who knows if I would if I was in their situation…” We stood around silently for a bit as she finished rolling, the silence only broken by Jon and I laughing at the tv, and the situation.

AS we smoke she starts talking about her drug use(coke, E) and band preferences(slipknot).

We play another game of pool and hang out for a bit. Periodically random girls walk throught the room and a goofy lookin polish fellow who is apperently the owner of the fine establishment. He shakes our hands and asks us what we think of the place. We are polite, and tell him its nice. after an undeterminable amount of time we say we must be going, she seems to change topics and not wanting us to leave. Again she stats that she doesnt do what ‘they’ do and we shouldnt think of her or the place as anything bad. She then says she may give a certain type of massage. At this point we are ready to head out. she pics up one of the numerous card ‘invitations’ sacattered around the room with girls names on it, writes her name on it, and gives us each one telling us that it would be nice if we kept in contact with her and such…

Overall it was quite an ineresting day, we had a good time fishing and at the brothel! Just another regular day in the lives of Jon and Clive.