Seven years ago when I moved to Venezuela, I had much more of a moral compass when it came to DVDs of questionable origin. It was at least a year before I purchased one, and I was sure it would just be one. One became many, many dozen and when I got to Dubai, the sellers of the DVDs of questionable origin went from door to door wearing backpacks. Peter was the guy that found my door more than once.
I’m sad to say my moral compass is still pointing in the wrong direction when it comes to the above mentioned wares. So much so that I sought out Mr. Xu, the man with the shop full of video items of questionable origin. There is a place here that sells computers. If you find the right stairwell and go to the second floor and mention that you might be looking for such products, Mr. Xu appears and guides you to his store that is really more like a closet. You sit down on a plastic stool and comb through everything on offer from the latest hits to really bad Korean porn (no mom, didn’t pick up any of that). As I haven’t yet gotten my cable installed, let’s just say I made good friends with Mr. Xu. He’ll be eager to see me again, and I am not likely to forget his secret stairwell of video wonder.
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