Lion City Hotel on Kallang Road, was it? $120. Two years ago it was $89. They did half-days there too, unlike Joo Chait, which specifically disclaims the practice, warning against transients, illegal sex and sex gadgets; minors and couple of other things on their plastered notices. Some of the girls waiting for their partners to sign-in might raise an eyebrow if one were picky.
Beside Lion City stands Slimming Sanctuary, the pic of the girl on the billboard clasping her nakedness making it look easy. Not a bathing cap that; she was wreathed in flowers like a garlanded Consort. The treadmill and exercise bike in that sanctuary made burning the fat a walk in the park.
The covered Muslim ladies got by with less grief, their curves and fatty bottoms packaged in colourful printed wraps. Frisson & one half following them on the path. And then the hidden reds, crimsons and violets under. Trays of them sat out front on the narrow walkway beside the food court, where the articles were turned over one by one for the best buy, for strength, elasticity, cut and design.
Nothing untoward; shopping like any other. Certainly nothing in the Qur'an forbids the husband's pleasure. Hubbies were rarely in tow along there. Effect entirely robbed sighting the articles prematurely, esp in those hashed piles.
Lion City businesses of other kinds further along. A couple concrete lions guarding narrow entryways. International totem, old Leo.
Food was the counter against accommodation. A filling vegetarian meal usually $3 a throw—outside the posh inner zone of course. (Seven dollar latte at TCC—The Coffee Connoisseur—yesterday by Bugis MRT & the Sing National Library. Average to boot.)
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