I was just leaving the first money exchange place right past the bridge. A drag queen latched on to my uh, "personal belongings" with one hand and while my attention was drawn to that he/she cleaned me out with the other hand. I didn't know till it was time to pay for my first beer. That's what you call being new.
Once I became more familiar with the place I got to know a few of the street kids a little and they demonstrated some absolutely amazing pick pocketing skills to me one day. I dont know about anybody else but the last time I was there we were in for 30 days to prepare to ship back to the states and at the end of the 30 days I had had enough of that place.
Yea, I use to thrown coins to the kids in the water. Gnarly man...