Welcome to my X-rated world. Overheard Saturday night in Harare at the Wild Date Bar in the Bronte (i.e., my) Hotel:
Prostitute: Why you call me on this cell? Why you looking for your money back after the fact?
Client: Explicatives, loud yelling over the speakerphone
Prostitute: A C-note is expensive but that's my job. That's what I do for money honey. It’s not my fault your d*** wouldn't stand. You said show me the front, I showed you the front. You said show me the back, I showed you the back. And nothing, maybe 40% top. What's a professional girl like me supposed to do with that?
Client: Explicatives, loud yelling.
Prostitute: Hanging up now, dear. Love to hear from you again when you have more money.
On the upshot, pockets of the Zim economy seem to still be functioning at the Bronte Hotel... at least some parts better than others, anyways.