This morning, as I approached my car in the parking deck of my apartment complex, I noticed a “business card” lodged on the window of my driver side door. This is not an uncommon form of advertising here, so I didn’t think anything of it.
I picked up the card, glanced at it, and immediately realized it was a service that provided “pretty girls” for their clients, complete with a 24 hour service line to call. Unfortunately, I was not taken back, because this type of service is also not uncommon in this part of the world.
There are many emotions and thoughts as I get “business cards” like this one and the world they represent. Bondage. Depression. Desperation. Sadness.