The guys in the purple vests are motorcycle taximen and this, in fact, is a motorcycle line-up close to one of the sky train stops. There is no sign, no outward signal that this is where you go around here to catch a motorcycle taxi, I guess you just have to know. A few seconds later...
....a passenger walked up in short skirt and high heels, sat side-saddle and off they went. Not a word was uttered between them, far as I could tell.
In a flash, they pulled a U-turn into heavy traffic and were gone.
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