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Originally Posted by lifeboatcox
Non existent unless you go to Melilla
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once upon a time i was tied up in Safi waiting for a SW gale to subside so i could continue on to the
canaries.
having some
repairs to do i was wandering around the industrial area looking for
alternator parts,when i was approached by an arab lad who invited me to meet his
family in broken
english,since it was hot and i was tired from walking round,and he was quite insistent i accepted his offer ,he led me a few blocks untill we reached an upstairs apartment.
upon entering i was introduced to an older lady and her daughter who offered me tea and asked to sit ,then asked the normal questions like "where from,was i married,how many
children etc"
the young lad by now had dissapeared, so i was a bit bemused by the company and situation,which was pleasant enough,but having run out of conversation in my broken french about my
family,,the mother broached the subject of how much i would pay to have sex with the daughter!
it suddenly dawned on me that this was a brothel!
so i bade my farewells and beat a hasty retreat,after thanking them for their hospitality........i'm not sure who was more bemused!
not quite what i had expected in conservative southern
morocco on a weekday afternoon!