We don't need brow sweating ogres like you coming on here, in a frenzy of chicken lust and cocaine jitters, attacking everyone like some kind of 400 pound, hopped up Truman Capote.
-- Ratsnatcher
I can't even decide where to start there are so many bad things
going on with this article... it's a first person story of
one wussy vice cops first time entrapping big bad mean prostitutes.
Woe is he...
First of all the ol' ball 'n chain is nagging him at home about all the
"various acts of perversion that took place in luxury hotel suites filled with
naked, nubile girls" (how does she know?). He brushes her aside with a pack of
lies about how he's just busting under-age drinkers and little stuff like that.
Secondly the vice squad sends him to a dirty smelly hotel where he must talk to
a "shriveled man in a stained shirt." Apparently he has no actual assignment
except to bust somebody for something cause he heads to try and
find some illegal gambling at the local taverns. Failing that he asked the bell
boy to get him a prostitue... why doesn't the guy just hang a big sign around
his neck that says "Please approach me with offers of illegal activities."
Finally he finds himself a 20 dollar hoe, who he describes as "a woman in her
mid-40s with a figure showing a lifetime of many second helpings." Great, a
fat $20 hoe.
Luckily the whole thing has a funny little ending as everyone goes home with a
tummy full of warm fuzzys for a good job done. Except, of course, for the old
fat hoe who probably spends the next week or so in a dank cell, has her children
taken away and five of her ribs broken by her pimp when she gets out casue she
doesn't have his $18 buck share of her trick. But, other than that, I mean, it's
a real cute story...
