She either recognized you or recognized your body language as a monger (perhaps slow walk/gazing up at store fronts looking for signs of spas/darting eye or lingering eye movement looking for working girls). Ill be honest when i prowl down roosey, i feel my body language is a dead giveaway. Im scanning for chicks on left and right side of the block, when i see one, i look them up n down and look for the group or the storefront they may be part of and do this whilst walking trying to be nonchalant without ever stopping completely, but the more i try, the more im probably giving myself away. lol
But, if you want to be honest, the carnival, Mardi Gras atmosphere is what draws us to the red light districts.
The sights and sounds, the variety, the danger, the unexpected, women throwing themselves at us, begging for our attention. What a rush!!! Monger’s Russian Roulette.
We know that cameras and people we know are everywhere, more than ever. We risk it all, knowing what social media is today, knowing there are vigilantes out there with the sole motive of embarrassing us into submission, “protecting their neighborhoods” by posting our actions in full view and in living color.
Definitely police cameras, as well as every store owner has their security camera in place.
But, we throw caution to the wind for the rush.
Because, easily, for a few bucks more, we could risk a whole lot less (every illegal action has some risk) and go through the back door of some neighborhood spa next to the deli, and even if we are videotaped entering, we easily could maintain going for a nagging neck and back ache.
But, it would be an uphill battle trying to sell that we picked up a flaming red-haired Asian in a miniskirt in the red light district because she offered a great price on a therapeutic massage.
It’s that old hunter’s mentality of being out in the open air, hunting and gathering.