He was the owner of the stall and our favourite. He was the face that we saw the most. We loved to make him laugh, he had a cackle that forced us to laugh even harder (especially when he pulled his lips back, exposing his brown teeth). After him came Sexy Ahn.
He was hideous but loved the camera; he could pull off poses that would make a high end model envious. His pout would always exhibit a single massive tooth. We had a good laugh at him. Another member of the gang was Silent Anh.
He had many poorly done tattoos and because of this he seemed to think himself quite dangerous. He would infrequently join us in laughter but never said a word. Next was Pussy Anh. [No pic.] The name was bestowed upon him after PJ fabricated a fight with him and he fled like the timid coward that he is. The last one was Scarface Anh. As you can imagine... he had scars.
The others, we felt did not qualify for nicknames. They were random faces that we would not see too often. We soon learned that there was more than what met the eye about this little stall. We started asking questions when Vietnamese “heavies” kept driving past and offering us some sort of a death stare. Whenever they drove past the Anhs’would go quiet and look at the floor in submission. We had gotten quite good at “conversing” with the Anhs’ and found out that the “heavies” were in fact members of the Vietnamese Mafia. We then discovered that the Anhs’were the lookouts for a brothel on the opposite side of the road. This explained the many different men entering the premises late at night. We asked the Anh’s if they themselves were Mafia and they shook their heads. They jokingly (I think) offered us “boom boom” for $50 and we declined. Undeterred, they then offered us oral sex at their brothel for around $10. Still we of course declined. We were then treated to Seahorse vodka which we were told was a strong aphrodisiac. Though all it seemed to do was make us drunk...
