I wouldn't mind for a couple of days. Brothels could be a laugh xx
Yes, I loved my brothel stint. The maid was hilarious, and cooked me delicious stir-fries. We used to give the punters nicknames like the old Eastend gangsters: John "Skidmark" Smith, Spotty Paul, Doodoo Michael, for the guy who loved producing a "doodoo" for Mistress. Happy days. It used to get cold in the kitchen, and we heated it by turning the gas rings on. On a busy day waiting punters were stashed everywhere, including the kitchen. One of the regulars had his cuppa while leaning against the stove, and suddenly flames billowed up the back of his coat when the gas set it alight. Huge hole in his coat. Wonder what he told the wife? We were howling for days. Beats sitting alone, waiting for the phone to go. Makes a 12 hour shift bearable, and it's safer than working on your own.