BS: encounters with ladies of the night

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: Peace
Date: 20 Apr 07 - 01:14 AM

I had clap AND crabs. But I didn't get either from a hooker, thank you very much. And when I had clap, tetracycline--which is a broad range antibiotic--was NOT the drug of choice. It was bicillin (a long acting penicilln usually injected into one's gluteus maximus), and Pen v @ 1 qid. The crabs I came by in a completely innocent way. The clap I acquired in the traditional manner.

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: fumblefingers
Date: 20 Apr 07 - 01:07 AM

Sounds like lot of lying going on here. The end of the story always seems to be, "I just walked away." Sure you did. And you never had the clap either, eh? And you never had a pocket full of Tetracycline pills?

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: Bert
Date: 20 Apr 07 - 12:19 AM

Ok Mike, start the thread and let's see who fesses up.

I was working in Ahwaz, Iran just before the revolution. Walking back to my hotel I was propositioned, even though I didn't speak Farsi the message was clear.

I ignored the poor girl and hurried on to the Hotel. She couldn't have been more than nine years old.

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: Joe Offer
Date: 19 Apr 07 - 11:57 PM

I do maintenance work at an inner-city women's center run by Catholic nuns. I was washing windows outside the center at 6 PM Monday, after everybody else had gone home. A woman came up and asked for something to drink, so I went inside and got here a glass of grapefruit juice - and she followed me inside. Right away, I figured I was in trouble.

She said, "Can I ask you a question? Are you married."

I said that indeed I was.

She replied, "Can I ask you another question? Do you date?"

I said no, that my wife and I were quite happy together.

I then led her outside, telling her I had to finish my windows. She asked me if I had ever seen her around before, and I said I hadn't. I'm not sure what that question was about.

Once upon a time, probably after I was propositioned in Washington, DC, I had planned out what I'd do if I got propositioned again. I was going to take the opportunity to ask about the job and what it was like and how she felt about her clients and all sorts of other things I've wondered about. Then I was going to pay her the price of a trick and tell her to spend the time doing something she really liked to do.

But the opportunity came, and I didn't do my boy savior social reformer stuff.

Probably just as well. I just smiled and told her to have a good day, and off she went.

-Joe-

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: GUEST
Date: 19 Apr 07 - 11:25 PM

"Boy, it's a good thing that these woman don't have to depend on Mudcat business."

How come they keep spamming us, then?

"According to this thread, no one would even, consider employing a prostitute"

I considered employing one to do some yardwork. Then I decided not to.

"Somehow they feel that, while the Vietnamese man with his cartfull of watches and cellphone holders is benign, the harlot should be got behind me, as it were."

On the contrary, I personally am terrified of that particular Vietnamese man. I'm afraid he's going to take over my country.

"Let's start a thread for men (or women) who have payed for sex. It is unlikely to be over posted."

You'd be surprised. I once paid for overposted sex. It was a little disappointing, really. Uncomfortable.

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: Mike Miller
Date: 19 Apr 07 - 11:09 PM

Boy, it's a good thing that these woman don't have to depend on Mudcat business. According to this thread, no one would even, consider employing a prostitute and when they are offered the service, they flee. Somehow they feel that, while the Vietnamese man with his cartfull of watches and cellphone holders is benign, the harlot should be got behind me, as it were.
Let's start a thread for men (or women) who have payed for sex. It is unlikely to be over posted.

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: GUEST,meself
Date: 19 Apr 07 - 11:04 PM

Oh, yeah, I got lots of stories too. Here's another: I was walking down the street and I saw a woman standing on the other side. Well, you know what that meant.

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: GUEST,Chongo Chimp
Date: 19 Apr 07 - 10:50 PM

Geez Louise, I could tell a few tales about this if I wanted to, but I ain't that indiscreet. Some of them proskirts can be pretty aggressive. If you ain't got the do-re-mi, just forget about it. They got their mind on the job. Mind you, I had one or two who were friends. That's different.

- Chongo

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: GUEST,meself
Date: 19 Apr 07 - 10:41 PM

Once a lady asked me if I was interested. I just said no.

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: GUEST,EBarnacle
Date: 19 Apr 07 - 09:06 PM

One night at 2 am I was on my way home from work by bicycle. When I stopped at a traffic light, lady asked me whether I was up for some action. I simply told her I was on my way home to my wife. She took it like a sport.

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: Amos
Date: 19 Apr 07 - 07:22 PM

Oh, it's gotten much nicer now, Frogprince. Now they insist on sixteen.

When I was a young deckhand one warm evening in the Canary Islands, the chief officer invited me to go walk the town as we both had shore leave and nothing to do. So we walked the streets of Las Palmas, and this lady merchant sailed up and accosted us. Being young, I was sumbstruck but the Chief was unfazed.

"L'amor? L'amor?, she asked plaintively.

"Que?"

"L'amor? Focky-focky? Trente pesetas..."

He looked at her sadly and shook his head.

"L'amor no esta la focky-focky. Esta differente!"

She looked at him in disgust and cruised on into the night.


A

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: frogprince
Date: 19 Apr 07 - 05:04 PM

I have been below the border in Mexico just once, very briefly. I was stationed in San Diego, and I took the bus down to the crossing and walked over one day. I was there only a few minutes when a fat pimp offered me a good deal on a girl (allegedly) fresh from the country, guaranteed not over thirteen. I headed back to the border; I just didn't want to be around there anymore.

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: bubblyrat
Date: 19 Apr 07 - 04:50 PM

Two places where it was almost impossible to NOT come into contact with Strumpets ( an archaic, but stridently wonderful word ), were Singapore and Hong Kong . In the former, one would be constantly approached if one went into any bar in the infamous Bugis street----caution required here, as many of them were the famous, and very convincing, he-shes known as " Kai-Tais " --by a bevvy of Suzie Wongs , all wanting to be bought "sticky greens ", or very expensive house drinks.Or one could go to the village of Nee Soon, near Sembawang dockyard, where older ladies ,always known as " Nee Soon Virgins ", would loiter quietly in shop doorways etc.-As they were older, they were much less likely to be men !! But Hong Kong was quite different !! There, women and girls of all ages would just come up to you in the street, and try to hassle you into a deal !! Their language could be quite explicit if you declined !!These were all Oriental ladies ,of course-----No self-respecting European girl, of whom there were many, would go near 'Jolly Jack' of the Royal Navy !! No sir, !!--they were there for the US Navy, fresh in from Vietnam with big bucks to spend, usually at the Hong Kong Hilton !! There must be many a middle-aged lady happily retired to a nice place in the South of France, courtesy of Uncle Sam and the Vietnam War !!
And then there was Edinburgh, and Danube Street------but that"s a different story !!

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: GUEST,meself
Date: 19 Apr 07 - 04:45 PM

or wouldn't find out before the night was through ...

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: GUEST,meself
Date: 19 Apr 07 - 04:43 PM

"I'm pretty sure most of the men didn't know their background."

I find that a curious statement. Of course, you were there and I wasn't, but I can't help wondering why you would think these "well-heeled men" wouldn't know the "background", or the profession of these women ...

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: Liz the Squeak
Date: 19 Apr 07 - 04:39 PM

There is someone employed by Her Majesty's Revenue & Customs whose job it is to take those cards out of phone boxes and phone them up to ask the 'ladies' if they've paid their taxes. Most of them are very good at paying up - they are classed as 'entertainers'.

LTS

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: Gulliver
Date: 19 Apr 07 - 03:57 PM

My first job when I went to Germany was working in a skin clinic. The local prostitutes arrived there on two days a week for their mandatory monthly check-up. There were several hundred in total and I got to know many of them to see, as they'd sometimes come with friends though it wasn't their turn. Some of them were the most beautiful women I'd ever seen.

Over the following few years I recognized several of them in trendy parts of the city, or at rock concerts or in discos, usually in the company of well-heeled men, and I'm pretty sure most of the men didn't know their background.

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: Amos
Date: 19 Apr 07 - 03:43 PM

Maybe he thinks he got a bargain.


A

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: GUEST,meself
Date: 19 Apr 07 - 03:32 PM

'The obvious question is " How do you know you havn't been with one?"'

Um - unless that's a riddle, the obvious answer would be, "Because I've never paid for it ... " If we're going to split hairs, the obvious addendum would be, "And I've known the women I've been with well enough to be quite certain they were not ... " Or is it your point that, oh my, you really NEVER know (cut to: attractive blonde pulling on light coat, takes furtive glance over shoulder, cut to: through half-open doorway, husband asleep on bed - bed she has apparently just left, cut to: she touches hair, then gently opens door and slips out ... ).

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: Greg B
Date: 19 Apr 07 - 03:03 PM

Back when I worked at IBM in the 80's one of the guys in the department
was talking about his Navy days.

"Guess what the least amount I ever paid to get laid was" he eventually
asked.

"I dunno, maybe ten bucks."

He held up a single finger.

"One dolla'!" he bragged. "On liberty in Thailand. One dolla'!"

To this day, I'm still wondering exactly what it was that he was so
damned proud of.

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: folk1e
Date: 19 Apr 07 - 02:59 PM

The obvious question is " How do you know you havn't been with one?"
Whilst many are only trying to feed a drug habit, not all of them are!

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: Georgiansilver
Date: 19 Apr 07 - 02:53 PM

A lot of laundy to launder too I reckon.

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: Jean(eanjay)
Date: 19 Apr 07 - 02:17 PM

A lot of money to launder even after paying all the girls - unless of course she declared it all and paid tax.

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: Gulliver
Date: 19 Apr 07 - 02:12 PM

Yesterday in Dublin a brothel "Madame" was sentenced to a year in prison for running a brothel--the first time that a "Madame" was sent to jail in Ireland for this offence. The brothel was just a one-bed apartment that was serviced by over a dozen prostitutes around the clock. She said she was paid 50,000 Euros to run the brothel, but the police discovered that in the four days before they raided it, 22,000 Euros was taken in, and that the brothel took in around 4 million Euros a year. Big bucks!

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: Big Al Whittle
Date: 19 Apr 07 - 01:56 PM

A few years ago I was working as a teacher in Nottingham on a short contract. One of the books I was given to teach was JB Priestley's An Inspector Calls- which chronicles how a heartless Edwardian middle class family orchestrate the moral decline and eventual death of a young woman.   The father and daughter get her fired from her jobs, the son rapes her and the mother refuses her charity. In part of the story the girl becomes a prostitute.

I'd taught the text several times - so I was a bit puzzled why some of the kids seemed lukewarm to what is a very involving story. I explained this to one of the teachers, and I can remember her saying - too near the knuckle, Alan - don't you know what goes on in these streets round here? Don't you know the kind of life that surrounds these kids.

So when you say - we all sing about whoring. Do we? Or do we in fact just repeat the salacious stuff that excited us as adolescents?

from the album Notes of my album St Peter and John Dillinger:-

Winding Boy/Pretty Baby            

Two songs written by musicians working in the brothels of New Orleans. I learned them as a kid of sixteen or so from versions by Ian Buchanan and George Melly I never really thought of them as political songs.

Then one night last year, I was looking for a folk club situated near the red light district of Sheffield. The locals in a fit of high spirits had ripped down all the street signs. Reluctantly I rolled down my window and asked one of the working girls if they knew where the hell I was, and where was the pub I was looking for. This pinched little 15 year old face, with heroin glazed eyes, bobbed down and said, ….want some business mate?

Of course it's all there in these songs written by: Jelly Roll Morton, who got his diamond front tooth yanked out of his head and stolen as he lay dying: and Tony Jackson; black, gay, epileptic and reputedly paid $45 for his song that made millions.

Sorry to write such a long thing.

all the best

al

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: Scoville
Date: 19 Apr 07 - 01:36 PM

I had a break-down (well, two flat tires at once, actually; nothing wrong with the car itself but I only had one spare) in a bad part of town and spent an hour or so stranded at a gas station trying to find someone who could come get me. I didn't think I was dressed to compete with the girls who were hanging around looking for work, but I got enough offers. It was pretty scary.

I finally got ahold of my dad, who showed up in record time when he found out where I was. I'm probably lucky I wasn't assaulted.

I don't get the appeal of most of those songs, either. There is nothing entertaining about being in that situation. I'd be willing to bet that virtually everyone who finds herself (or himself) in that line of work is there out of sheer desperation.

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: Little Hawk
Date: 19 Apr 07 - 01:24 PM

Good lord, there are hundreds of them, aren't there?

My friend specially likes one called "The Dallas Whore". It's very tragic. He's got several others, but the names don't come to mind right now.

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: katlaughing
Date: 19 Apr 07 - 11:34 AM

LH, which cowboy songs?

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: Donuel
Date: 19 Apr 07 - 11:33 AM

School is expensive. A minimum wage will not get you there.
A bold prostitute actually jumped in my car when I stopped at a red light.

I lock the doors while driving now.

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: Desdemona
Date: 19 Apr 07 - 11:31 AM

Many years ago, as a college student blowing off classes (ssshhhh!) to chase the Grateful Dead around, I had occasion to be in NYC fairly often. The route we took out of the city went through Harlem, and I'll never forget a cold, rainy night during the garbage strike in the 1980s...the sight of young women my own age standing in the drizzle, surrounded by overflowing trash cans and wearing next to nothing at 2am has never left me, and was a forcible reminder at the time of how fortunate I was, and have been to have had other choices. There but for the grace of God, etc.

~D

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: Midchuck
Date: 19 Apr 07 - 11:30 AM

I knew a guy who knew a guy who, back when the Soviet Union was a going concern, was solicited by a really attractive streetwalker in Moscow, and took her back to his room.

Later on, he asked the standard "What's a nice girl..." question. Turned out she was a fully licensed and practicing cardiologist, but couldn't live on what the state paid doctors, so she moonlighted.

That's the story I got, anyway. The guy might have made it up because he had a problem about socialized medicine, I suppose.

Peter

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: GUEST,another one
Date: 19 Apr 07 - 11:25 AM

I recently encountered a former "professional lady" who developed an interest for science, went through university as a mature student and who is now doing a PhD in quantum mechanics!

One should never judge a book by its cover and I fully agree with Georgiansilver.

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: Bee
Date: 19 Apr 07 - 10:38 AM

I used to have to wait for a bus on one of the notorious 'pro' routes. I knew I'd reached honest middle-aged-ness when guys in cars quit asking 'How much?" Didn't know whether to feel relieved or aggrieved.

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: GUEST,meself
Date: 19 Apr 07 - 10:25 AM

Careful - that's how it all starts - next thing you'll be standing on a street corner, wondering how you ever ended up there -

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: Jean(eanjay)
Date: 19 Apr 07 - 10:20 AM

Georgiansilver, that's a nice thing to say.

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: Rapparee
Date: 19 Apr 07 - 09:33 AM

I was propositioned, by another man, in Provo, Utah -- home of Brigham Young University! (I declined, not being inclined that way.)

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: Georgiansilver
Date: 19 Apr 07 - 08:34 AM

No idea what you look like eanjay but perhaps with your looks they hoped you were........

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: Jean(eanjay)
Date: 19 Apr 07 - 07:57 AM

Years ago when I lived in Bradford, and sometimes walked home on my own at night, I would get stopped by kerb crawlers who obviously thought I was a prostitute!

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: Trevor Thomas
Date: 19 Apr 07 - 07:50 AM

I had an amusing encounter a few years ago. I was on my way to my local session and was asked by a lady of the evening "Do you want business luv?"

I looked at her, then looked up at my left shoulder, over which I was carrying a double bass. "Does it f~~ing look like it?" I said. She laughed.

Of course, in retrospect I wish I'd said something more witty, like "Why? Don't tell me you play the banjo".

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: Bee
Date: 19 Apr 07 - 07:31 AM

Good onya, Georgiansilver.

Halifax has a prostitution problem. Many of the women are there because of drug use, but some are just trying to raise children. I remember a mother whose children I cared for: she was illiterate and not very employable. One day she came in, happy and excited. She'd got a job as stripper/dancer, and wouldn't have to sell sex any more. The following couple years saw her life get much better. She met a nice man while dancing, and he proved to be a loving stepdad to her children as long as I knew them.

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: Georgiansilver
Date: 19 Apr 07 - 06:10 AM

A few years ago.....well O.K a lot of years ago when I was doing some Child Care training, we embarked on a project to discover how people actually came to be in the position in life they were in. The idea was to establish whether people actually choose their path accurately or are pulled across the many paths of life by circumstance.
Just across from the college we encountered two young prostitutes and engaged them in conversation...what followed was quite heart rending and dramatic..but suffice it to say that my ideas on what those women were really like changed as a result of actually meeting and chatting with them. They were certainly in their position (if you pardon the expression) because of circumstances beyond their control although they admitted to there perhaps having been choices they could have made....like cleaning toilets for a few pounds...or earning hundreds of pounds a week doing as they were now doing...now which would most women with children to support choose if at rock bottom, with no income. I guess I won't ever look at any such person judgementally.....I won't ever use the services of one but I guess I give them some sort of respect. They are just ' the girl next door' type people who make choices...rightly or wrongly.

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: Megan L
Date: 19 Apr 07 - 04:32 AM

My dad (Long gone now) had sent my mum and the boys on a holiday. unfortunately while they were away he was laid of from work so he thought he would take the chance to join them. running down through Blythswood square(Dad always moved at a run)a young lady stepped from a doorway this was their conversation.
Lady "Short time?"
Dad "Naw hen Laid off"
he was two streets away before he realised what she had meant :)

I used to get awfly emberrassed as a teenager going to shows with my big brother because all the way back to the bus voices would call out of doorways "Evening postie."

there were two reasons one his first walk was to the street in Maryhill where many of the girls lived. he was offered some very strange christmas bonuses that year but when he said no they got the message.

the second reasonwas that in those days even posties with walks had to do a certain amount of nightshifts. he was coming out from a shift early hours of the morning when he heard a woman screaming in the lane. It certainly didnt sound like pleasure so he dashed into the lane and grabs the man who is beating the woman up belts him chucks him out the lane and checks the lassie was alright then goes home. to the lassies he was a rare thing a safe man one they knew they could trust who didn't want anything from them.

the third tale is my own encounter wie the lassies. a mate and i for a while took to going to the pentecostal church in Cathedral street we would meet up at the cafe on the Dundas street bridge. every night there was a lassie sitting there having a quiet cup of tea and bite to eat. we would nod and after a few weeks would pass the time of day.

one night i left the hall early outside there was a man who spoke to me. Being a Glaswegian i thought nothing wrong and answered him. the church building had two doors the one i had came out of and another a few feet away that had the gate pulled across because it was never used. i didn't realise it but as he was talking this man had manouvered me into the barred doorway. by the time i realised i looked up in fear the only other people on the street was the lassie from the cafe talking to a man. the next thing i knew was the man was pulled away from me and a voice said "Thats your bus hen." i wasnt caring wheter it was or not i ran and jumped on rushing up the back i looked out in time to see a huge fistcontact with the dirty auld mans chin.

Never judge a book by its cover there are guid fowk tae be found in the strangest claize.

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: Sandra in Sydney
Date: 19 Apr 07 - 04:01 AM

Years ago one of my friends was showing her very elderly parents around Sydney's nightlife area.

One of the girls said something to her old Dad & Mum who hadn't heard what she said, sez. "Who is that girl? How do you know her?" in a very demanding voice.

Dad just smiled & kept shuffling along. And probably stood taller on his walking sticks!

Now for a not so funny story.

I was walking to work one cold winter morning (well, it was cold for inner city Sydney) & I saw a poor young girl in a sleeveless mini-dress standing swaying in the only patch of sunshine in the street. I assumed she hadn't made enough to pay her pimp, or buy drugs as it was close to 10am.

Probably the worse sight I saw was 2 young girls on a street corner one day, obviously runaways from suburbia, as they were still wearing normal suburban clothes, not the skimpy uniform of 'hardened' street girls. I could only hope the Salvos or other similar minded people found them before they got thoroughly enmeshed in the drug/vice culture.

sandra

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: Bert
Date: 18 Apr 07 - 11:41 PM

I had this friend in Iran named Moosa.

He told me a story of how, one night he was riding along on his motorbike and came across a couple of guys who were fighting over this 'girl' (you know what I mean) who was standing nearby watching them.

With very little discussion, he takes off with the 'girl' on the back of his bike, leaving the two guys still fighting.

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: Little Hawk
Date: 18 Apr 07 - 11:31 PM

I don't. I'm bored by songs about "whores" as they are usually called in the cowboy songs. I have a friend who has an amazing number of songs about drunks and whores in his repertoire. I can't understand what he finds so appealing about it. ;-)

I used to see those professional girls around on the street quite a bit in Toronto, usually after coming out of concerts late at night. They used to hang out on Church Street at one time. Kind of ironical, isn't it? I mean, that they would pick "Church" Street. ;-)

Then there was the guy upstairs in the rooming house who hired such a girl one night, around about 2 AM, and they got in an argument because he welched on paying her (after the act). She had a fit, and it was happening in the apartment right above my head. I heard a whole lot of yelling and swearing. Then I heard this almighty ****CRASH!!!!**** on the ceiling. She had knocked over his fish tank, a really big one that was full of tropical fish. It was the only really nice thing he owned, since he was basically broke and jobless. Water starting pouring down the side of my wall, as it was working its way through somehow from up above, and the row got louder and louder. They fought all the way down to the front door, at which point she nailed him with a right cross that knocked him flat on his back, and she took off.

The fish tank and the fish were a complete loss. I figure that for that probably not very terrific bit of sex he got for "free", it cost him close to $1,000 in fish and fish acommodations and equipment. He was just not what I'd call a "lucky" person... (kind of like Shane)

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: Deckman
Date: 18 Apr 07 - 11:17 PM

YAH YAH YAH! But we all sing songs about them! Eh? Bob

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: Sorcha
Date: 18 Apr 07 - 11:05 PM

Yes, sad. I've never met one, been one, or been been approached by one. Wonder why?

I don't hang out on East Colfax, Denver, Colorado, US either.
There has to be some way to keep women from being forced to do this.

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: Bill D
Date: 18 Apr 07 - 11:03 PM

*grin*...30 years ago, being new to the big city (Wash DC area), I went downtown on a warm Summer evening...just walking and taking in the sights. I, too, saw a woman in a doorway...but she was kinda pretty. I glanced at her, and she took a step forward and cocked her head and gave me this little hand gesture....it took a 'click..click' couple of seconds before it hit me what she was offering. I shook my head 'no' and went on my way. Thereafter, I roamed in the daytime.

Subject: RE: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: Mickey191
Date: 18 Apr 07 - 10:54 PM

Someone's Daughter or Sister and more then likely someone's Mother. A sad tableau.

Subject: BS: encounters with ladies of the night
From: Bert
Date: 18 Apr 07 - 10:36 PM

There's a conversation going on the 'Street Cries' thread, and not wishing to continue the thread drift I felt prompted me to start this one.

One night, years ago when Anna was a baby, we went up to London to the all night chemist (pharmacy) in Piccadilly. Arlene went in to fill the prescription while I waited outside with the baby in the pram.

There was a 'girl' in the doorway of the chemist's who had the most awful make up on that you have ever seen. She was obviously on the game and well past her prime. She started giving me the eye and I looked at her, then I looked down at the pram, and looked back at her again. Not a word was said. The poor dear gave a disgusted shrug of her shoulders and left in a huff.