Geezer at the dodgy market.

It's hard taking shots at the dodgy market.
Everything is knock off, so just a glimpse of a
camera makes everyone really twitchy.

But not this guy.
I asked for his shot, and he began to tell me about his
helicopter and business interests.
Then he asked me what I did for a living and where I lived.
The burger woman looked at me over his shoulder and winked.
I blushed. I was being chatted up by a septuagenarian with
a slashed up nose (check out his nose in big, what the hell is going on there?)
But you know what?
A girl can't be fussy.