Thai Ladyboy
Today Hui wears a short-sleeved blouse with rainbow stripes and a tight black skirt, sandals on barefoot and a miniscule rectangle-shaped Gucci-imitation handbag with a gilded buckle slung over her bony shoulder. She doesn’t walk, she tiptoes into my hotel room, like an unwelcomed cat, whose hunger outweighs its fear. Although Hui’s been here every day in the past week, she still treads cautiously on my territory, remembering our first meeting. She glides towards the table and brushes a crisp hundred dollar bill off, unshackles her bag and tosses it casually in. When she heads for the queen-bed, her gait gains confidence, while her posture is unassuming, unpretensious, un-bussiness-like. I wonder if that’s how Hui treats all her clients. Like it’s not about money to her. It puts her either into a category of great …