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Fun Time Gone

The fun at a house of ill repute I sat down with the best intention to write about flowers love and bees, this made me think the whore house had plastic flowers and that is apt as it is not a place for romance, red roses and chrysanthemums. I have had much fun at these places, not only the sex part but also, the laughter and dancing. The women liked a sailor and the possibility of further romance. I know of seamen who married former prostitutes and their marriages have normally been happy ones. Time has changed, the women are victims of men’s sexual advances and buying and selling of, flesh other than pork is outlawed. Just as well, now girls in this trade are called sex workers compared with the cleaning ladies and so forth. Cold cash on the table, the price depending on the position like asking the char to go out and weed the garden, well you have to pay extra for that.

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