Hoors? Yeah... Hoors. Prostitutes, Tarts, Hookers, Ladies of Negotiable Affection, call them what you will. For 8 years or so I lived in granite tenement. My Neighbours Were Hoors. Sadly for us all (!?) the brothel was closed down and I moved out of the area. I never did get around to writing about the court case though...

Thursday, October 14, 2004


Today when I was coming home from work, I saw a punter coming out of the brothel.

Bless him...

He looked so bewildered.

I wonder why? :)

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