A few weeks ago I was walking back to my car in a Covington parking lot. Two guys pulled in and the passenger leaned out his window and told me they were looking to party and asked if I could direct them to a whorehouse. This struck me as totally absurd and I figured I misheard them. I asked "What?" twice more and sure enough, they wanted me to tell them where to find a whorehouse. It was 9am.
I told them I was not aware there were any known whorehouses and if there were, I unfortunately did not know where they were. I wished them luck and they resumed their quest for the Holy Tail.
After I shook off the initial absurdity of the encounter, I got a little depressed. I wonder how many other people look at me and think, "Now there's a guy who looks like he knows where to find some Northern Kentucky whores.'
5 comments:
LOL, and at 9am...
You should have told them that the best whorehouse in the Tri-State is cleverly disguised as a police station. Just walk in and yell, "One of youse give me a blow job!"
At 9 am they might have bought it.
Wow. I suppose 9 am is just as good a time as any but it's odd they were so bold about their inquiry. I guess they weren't looking for the classy whores you find in the phone book cleverly disguised as escorts.
You do kind of look like a person who has to pay for it.
That's not what your wife said last weekend when you were out of town.
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