It's Friday night, about 11pm, I'm sitting in Midnight Espresso at my spot right at the front, and I notice that there are these two *ahem* "ladies" engaged in heated debate on the footpath out side the kebab shop accross the street.
One was short and fat, the other was tall and skinny. And when I say skinny, I mean she was a dude.
Anyway, Fatty snaps and takes a swing at Skinny with her handbag, Skinny takes the hit and retaliates, diving at Fatty with everything she's got.
Time slowed down. People walking down Cuba Street just seemed to step around them. It was as if the two fighters had used magic hooker powers to psychically blind everyone around them to the sight of two prostitutes slamming each other's heads into the roofs of parked cars.
Psychic hooker powers.
True story.
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