So I didn't score any chicks in the clubs of Macau or on the streets of Hong Kong, but one Wet Market in Kowloon City provided me with all the tongue action I could handle. It wasn't exactly how I envisioned it to be, but somewhat satisfying nonetheless. There's one photographer on Flickr who is pleading for me to stop taking pictures of meat and dead carcasses. My argument is that's just the way things are. Seeing meat like this exposed (fully exposed) makes you appreciate the animal that died on your behalf that much more. You're not as removed from the process that we call the food chain. That's my thought anyway.
This is part of my new Project: Butchers All Over the World, Start a Love Train.