ABSTRACT
It was barbeque night at the bar, so there was a buzz in the air. It was the one evening of the month that drew a slightly larger crowd of ‘western’ men because of the cheap drink specials and good food, so the girls were excited about the potential opportunities. In the dank, windowless bathroom of the bar, three young Cambodian women in their early twenties were crammed in front of the small rusty mirror taking turns sharing red lipstick, black eyeliner and pink blush.
