Rickshaw music, best ever in London

We are so shocked to hear the same damn songs in every damn nightclub... what's the point of paying a dj??? We could play our bunny ipod? After getting groped, licked, pocked, drooled on, and verbally harassed by all sorts of so called born and bred, proper English blokes... we hit the streets with a need for a breathe of fresh air.  Once outside, we began reminiscing about last rickshaw experience in Central Park...Low and behold we see our Turkish savior Mahoney (# upon request) roll up, bumping Lil John with a devilish grin, eyes of an angel, and we knew at once we were in safe hands... finally......we almost jumped ship, as we were mesmerized by pink heart leopard print and another cutie rickshaw driver (why are all the good ones gay or rickshaw drivers????)   but alas stayed loyal to his cute buns revealing diesel briefs... We became the party on wheels... untouchable, unstoppable... as we plowed through the streets...  pt on wheels... checking out the scenes and the to be seens.

note: no strip clubs with out male companions in London, and we were ready to make it rain!