I found this hard to believe, I said, that someone could consistently tell if another were gay from appearance only.
“Well,” she said, “come see for yourself.”
And so I did.
Tallinn night, for our older or stay-at-home readers, is an experience in itself. The roads are full of taxis coming into the city. Vabaduse Väljak is full of nicer cars than in the day. Girls roam the streets in thigh-high boots, looking the part of New York City hookers. In front of Hollywood, there’s an S-class Mercedes with a taxi bulb on top. Next to it, a Jaguar taxi. Police sit in a parked van, watch...
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