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...

Tuesday, March 21, 2006

Another Comedy Google Search

I'm still cackling at this Google search that led someone to My Neighbours Are Hoors earlier today -

"Where have all the prostitutes gone in Birmingham?"

A question truly worthy of asking Uncle Google. I will give you an answer. Downstairs. The lot of them. All servicing punters and organising tricks in their black country patois. You can barely move down there for Birmingham Hoors!

Sorry Birmingham. Perhaps you can steal some Hoors from Kings Cross? Maybe like a Hoor Experience Placement or something? Maybe put it on their CV...

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