I was walking home from work today, when I happened to pass by one of the many security guards that keep vigil over the things that rich people own. Guy my age, maybe older--so there was no excuse for what happened. He said hello to me, as do any number of Cambodians on a daily basis. Ignorant me, I said hello back. The guy then proceeded to engage me in a conversation despite the fact that his English was even more limited than my Khmer. Looking me directly in the eyes, and smiling innocently, as if it were a common, everyday request, he proceeded to ask me in all honesty, "I...fuck...you? At...guesthouse. 10 o'clock...?" I just stood there blinking for a moment, just trying to take that all in. I had to conclude that's what he
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