Parlour anecdote #4
(In a brothel. The hooker is sitting upright and animated. The client is lying on his back, rested
and relaxed.)
HE: I would really like to see you outside of this place, Rose. I’ve spent £250 for
two and a half hours. If you spent the night with me I’d give you a lot more.
How much would the entire night cost?
SHE: Why not keep it a fantasy within these burnished surroundings (she waves her
arm around) with this rock and roll radio and the Lambrini in polystyrene cups and
the red woodchip walls – let’s not spoil the fantasy (she laughs as she looks at the
cheap surroundings made romantic by
the hypnotic red light.)
HE: Why do you do this?
SHE: Because most jobs I’ve done are fucking boring. Because they’re all badly
paid. Because they make you wear a uniform and recite corporate incantations.
Because you can’t sit up and shout CUNT FUCK CUNT FUCK. Here I can
work three shifts and earn a very good wage. Here I’m never bored. Here is exciting. Here I meet you.
HE: (Looks at her admiringly.) That’s perfect. Perfect.
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