Well... Not that many years ago I lived above a brothel in the Grey Toon in Scotland. Out of a confused mixture of irritation and amusement, I started to blog about it.
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, April 19, 2006
Some guy that works with us has just returned after a long absence. He joined the usual group for lunch.
To give him credit, he did manage to restrain himself a full 10 minutes before asking "So! Still living above the Hoors?!"