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...

Wednesday, February 22, 2006

Hooer's Flooer

I should have posted this last week, but I was aff gettin' pished in London.

I was saddened to observe, last wednesday the 15th February, a rose. A crushed rose lying in the gutter outside the hoors window.

I shan't spoil the bittersweet feeling you're all undoubtedly having right now by making any smug observations.

(P.S. Where is our favourite hostie's blog?)

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