I'll pass. I'm happy as things are.
I was once kidnapped and taken to a whore house. In Tijuana, it was. Me and a couple buddies climbed into a taxi, and then next thing we knew the driver pulled into a courtyard where these women yanked us out of the car and pulled us into rooms. Even at 18, I knew better than to screw around with a Tijuana hooker. But, the bouncer came in, and said, "Senor, you come to whore house, you must pay something." He took my wallet, pulled out a twenty, and gave me back the rest.
My friend Dwain got robbed, too. But, Gene--a sixty-year-old Italian--did not get robbed. He had a great time. In fact, because of his Italian, the Mexicans thought he was just a drunk Mexican.