It was 6 pm by then. I had smoked my last cigarette and was getting a bit tired and irritated. Basho came up with the perfect remedy “Why don’t we get you a massage, sir?”. I said “I thought paid sex and prostitution was illegal in Korea”. He smiled and replied “It’s the oldest profession in the world, sir. How can it be illegal? Let me see what I can do”. We soon drove into an alley. I pulled out 250,000 won from the ATM and we walked into a basement. The lady of the joint took the money and walked me into a room full of towels with a bed in the middle. Soon Jueng, a young Korean girl, entered all giggly. She took me by the hand into the shower. Then took off her clothes and bathed me for a while. She then poured shampoo on me and made sure every part of my body, including my Khojo, was sparklingly clean. She gave me an oil body-to-body massage and a spanking blow job. It all took but 40 minutes and I was done. I thanked everyone and Basho drove me back home. As he opened the door to let me go, he took off his cap and said “It was a pleasure taking you around, sir. You truly are an Indian Maharaja.