My house opens daily about 7.30am. One by one, all of the girls got up. They bathed,
put on makeup and had breakfast. After that everyone sat in front of the door to
attract clients and paint their nails. Today, Miss Kim was chosen to take the first
client. He was a Cambodian and a happy man, so we hoped business would proceed well
but about 2pm it began to rain. Oh no! There weren't going to be any clients and
we needed to pick up more clients in the evening. But tonight there is no electricity,
so we only made a little more than 80,000 riel all day. My business lost some money.
The house costs 16,000 riels per day plus 5,000 riels for the soldier to keep security
and order. Oh, it was okay, because nothing went wrong today.
Everything occurred as usual. Today Miss Li and Miss Ha started the sales. The
girls ate, made up and received clients. I took care of the other work (buying clothes,
medicine). There was no electricity this evening and it also rained. We had only
one table of Malaysians and took 20,000 riel, so we got ready to go dancing and I
had to pay 10,000 riel for motor taxi expenses and drinks. I lived one more day in
Of all the week, the prostitutes have happiest faces on Saturday and Sunday, my
shop too. Even at 8am, clients were coming into my shop. They were Vietnamese and
Cambodian. The last table of the evening was full of Thais. The evening was joyful
and comfortable both on the client and prostitute sides. In fact, if the clients
are young Cambodian students, I have to keep an eye on them because they usually
give us problems. I feel that they don't like Vietnamese who live in Cambodia and
particularly brothels like ours. I work for my living. I don't need to know what
they think about us. We only want to live here for this stage of our lives.
Round and round, sitting and standing, in and out, so it goes. Clients came and
if they come sometimes I have peace of mind (it means money is fair and we have no
problems). I am very anxious when male clients in soldier or police uniforms come
in. Once, two Cambodians in police uniform with guns and a mobile phone came here
on a Dream motorbike. I still remember the numbers on their uniforms. They came to
beg money for gasoline and a pack of 555 cigarettes the first time. The second time
they drank iced lemonade, smoked a packet of cigarettes and made love with the girls.
The third time these two men came they didn't drink, but wanted to sleep with the
prostitutes. I asked for money (5,000 riel) and they threatened to take me to their
office where they said I'd have to pay 140,000 riel. The last time they also asked
me to make love with them. I told them I didn't do that. At that time I thought they
might put their guns to my neck, but they could not carry out that bad intention.
I was sad and sick of this business. Many, many times I have wanted to go back to
Vietnam, but I haven't got enough money yet, so I must be patient for a few more
Today there were not many clients, but at 11am some Cambodian soldiers came in
to ask for money. I explained my problems and tried so hard to negotiate with them.
In the end I had to give them money. Last night, one by one, others came here to
demand money. I had to give them as they asked. If I don't give money, something
might go wrong. Glasses, dishes, furniture in the house would be destroyed, even
the altar they would destroy - that happened about 10 days ago. Business was bad
today. Money is needed for the house rent...I'm worrying about the next few days.
This morning I had to pay money to all of the girls for last week. In short, I
like to be fair. After paying them, I went to the market to buy them a few special
things - clothes, medicine and some makeup. I do this for the girls' comfort and
for their fair work. Today business was good, my shop closed about 11pm while a few
neighbouring shops were still open, but I felt tired and wanted to go to bed early.