Enough of causeway bay lah (sorry for the Malayanglish).
Upon this once-every-16-blue-moons occasion during which david actually accompanied a friend to shopping, we were chit-chatting about "good taste," as opposed to "MK"—Mongkok, Hong Kong's more common fashion ecology.
So the story went, we strolled past this cigar shop...

where the sales lady calmly waited for business reading a magazine in a better shawl—and dress and hairdo, and shoes—than anything we saw on the street level.

The topic of discussion promptly screeched to a close, and we quietly moved on.
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