My confusion was quite obvious. My head shaking in disbelief as I asked her clarify what she was asking was evident to her, so she followed up with more questions.
"Are you Australian?" x 2
"Are you British?" x 2
Suddenly it clicked. She thought I was a tourist, looking for a cheap thrill. From my knowledge of Dubai, I know that most illegal things operate under the guise of normalized practices. Money is laundered through businesses or purchasing property, cops are paid off or bought as protection, and that sex work usually happens in massage parlors.
I knew in that moment, that her gambit was up. That a happy ending was in sight.
I looked at her, smiled as hard as I could with my eyes and said, "I'm Indian.".
"REALLY? Are you sure? Are you not from Australia?? I thought you were British. Are you half-half??"
"I'm full full Indian."
And suddenly, as if inspired by Pokémon, out of nowhere a wild man appeared. He had been stalking us the entire time, listening to the conversation from his proverbial bush. That man was her pimp. He took one long look at me, up and down, and shrugged her off.
No, no, let him go he said. Its alright let him go, he said.
She apologized and walked away. She looked like she was a recent hire. She had enough intrigue about herself to draw an unsuspecting man's attention but couldn't complete the job, so to speak.
I hope she finds the British man she is looking for.
Racism is best when it's turned on its head and used as a deterrent. Using one's stigma as a weapon does yield some value when used against them. (use sparingly)
And this is why I love racism.
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