Nobody's Business But the Turks

My sister is a fasion designer for Ruehl, a company that's an off-shoot of Abercrombie & Fitch. Occasionally they send her to various locations around the world for reasons I'm not completely sure of. All I know is that it produces good stories, and foreign hotel samples for me. Past locations have included Hong Kong, Paris, London and Lima. Back in May she went to Istanbul and sent me this email:

Date: Sat, 13 May 2006 17:10:05 -0400
Subject: things you hear on the street in istanbul

"You want to spend money? I can help you. Yes, please."

"Hello. Are you spice girl?"

"I think you dropped something. Your smile."

"You are laughing. What is funny? I want to laugh too."

"Hi. Are you ill?"

"You have the best style here today."

"Hello Lady. Do you need flying carpet?"

"Would you like to buy things you don't need?"

If those tidbits weren't good enough, she also included a picture of an actual storefront she saw:

The man in the picture is not posing, that's just how he naturally looks. Perhaps she should have brought him back with her and recruited him as an A&F model, no?