“Lovely lady, let me give you a present from me to you.”
I’ll admit me and my friend were both skeptical as the two Moroccan women grabbed each of our hands and began painting. As I hesitated and attempted to pull away, she reassured me it was a gift.
Within minutes, what was once plain, white skin had now been transformed with beautiful black swirls which supposedly resembled my name. It is not something I’d desired to get on my trip to Morocco, especially as I was starting a new job only one week later, but you can’t turn down a freebie, right?
As we began to walk away the woman’s tone suddenly changed: “That will be 100 dirham!“
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