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...

Saturday, March 12, 2005

Steamy Windows

And on the way back to my flat from the pub, my friends tried to look in to see the aforementioned toiletries to see what had made me look so pale on my entrance to the pub.

But they couldn't see anything.

The windows were steamed up.

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