life - Changing sexual mores in Shanghai

Walking back home over Hengshan Road, it is hard to feel lonely. There are always some cute or less cute girls hanging around whose vocabulary at least includes the words "massage, yes?" I treat them more polite than the sales people at Xiangyang market, who are involved in rolexes and bags.
Mostly, when I start complaining about my back and ask what kind of massage they would give, they giggle, say "you know what I mean" and then our ways depart. Tonight the message was different. "You can fuck my ars," a cute girl told me. I giggled. "You do not give massage," I asked. "My back really hurts."