So last night this morning I went to a brothel.
No, I didn't go there intentionally, and no, I didn't actually purchase anything- I was just walking home at around 1AM when I hear a voice calling out to me. I turn around, confused, and see a guy running across the street towards me, presumably since I was the only other human being in sight. Note that this is a fairly normal looking guy.
Strangely enough, he asks me for directions to the local brothel (and helps himself to a couple of my cheezels, the bastard).
I stand there having a 'WTF' moment for a few seconds, then compose myself enough to answer him, "Uh, sure man, just down that way then around the bend". (I have to walk past the place all the damn time, before you ask- it's on a main road between my house and the city.)
Since I'm going in that direction anyway I walk with the guy, mainly out of bemusement, and he turns down a sidestreet before the brothel I gave him directions to, claiming that there's another one down there.
Somewhat warily, I follow him- and sure enough, there is a brothel down this sidestreet I've never bothered exploring, and one even seedier and shittier looking than the one I expected.
We walk in there, up a stairway coated with pink neon lights (the dude tripped over and faceplanted on the stairs, which was pretty damn funny), and come to the lobby of the place, more or less.
A woman behind the counter asks the guy if this is his first time at the place, then starts listing off their different prices.
At this point I'm having even more of a 'WTF' moment, since for some reason I've wandered into a brothel and am hearing just how insanely expensive these places are. ($250 for 45 minutes, apparently. Maybe if you're a very, very sad person it'd seem reasonable, I dunno.
Anyway, by the time she finished speaking to him and turned to me I'd had enough. I clapped the guy on the shoulder, wished him good luck and a HAPPY AUSTRALIA DAY, and walked out. That was a very strange experience.