Ordering Out A Prostitute From The Menu
TO Zapatas eatery, Shanghai, wher you can order a prostitute to go, or al carte…
Posted: 10th, October 2008 | In: Food & Fat, Photojournalism, Strange But True Comments (12) | Follow the Comments on our RSS feed: RSS 2.0 | TrackBack | Permalink
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October 10th, 2008 at 5:31 pm
Pam, at least a John would suffer no such confusion. Oh, wait…he could also be a Jack too.
Chenier, whatever happened to the good, old fashioned harlot. You knew where you were with a harlot. A Regency London back-street usually…this time-machine has a stuck lever.
Well, that’s my excuse and I’m sticking to it. Anyone want to buy a brand-new first edition copy of Ivanhoe?
October 10th, 2008 at 3:33 pm
“If you are unsure if you are a prostitute…”
Well, you see, in Shanghai (as in New York, Los Angleles, Tokyo, and London) the term “prostitute” is often confused with the word “date”. It might have been more helpful to have the confused “gentlemen” speak with security, who could gently explain that a dinner invitation does not necessarily initiate any quid pro quo contract. This, of course, could be very bad for bar business, so maybe I understand after all.
October 10th, 2008 at 2:44 pm
Gentlemen, I prefer the term courtesan, if you don’t mind…
October 10th, 2008 at 1:37 pm
“I’ll have one order of Irma La Douce, please.”
“Will that be to eat in sir, or…?”
“No. I’ll take it back to The Apartment.”
[What, me? A Shirley MacClaine fixation? However did you guess?]
October 10th, 2008 at 1:31 pm
If you are unsure if you are a prostitute……….. ….(now that`s a good one!) a clear identity crisis .
October 10th, 2008 at 12:58 pm
Where does one train to be a prostitute inspector? Sounds like a good part time job.
October 10th, 2008 at 11:47 am
So, two opposing views from our reporters on the front line, but meanwhile, back in the studio, we will be seeking Old Mr Anorak’s views on that age old question:
‘What do women really want?’
as well as his order from that genuine Mexican cantina in genuine Shanghai, flown to him at exorbitant expense, but what the hell! It’s the government’s money…
October 10th, 2008 at 11:41 am
It is times like these, Chenier, that I am glad that I barely qualify as one…:)
October 10th, 2008 at 11:38 am
why Chernier it’s very enjoyable
October 10th, 2008 at 11:29 am
It is times like this when I thank the Good Goddess that I am not a man…
October 10th, 2008 at 11:23 am
I can, horrifyingly enough, envisage this happening in today’s mercenary world. Before you can do the dirty deed (and after you’ve forked over the cash, of course) you’ll have to endure a five minutes spoken advertisement as she disrobes. You’ll hear of the benefits of the branded posturepedic mattress, the reliability of the branded condoms and, no doubt, the name of a good divorce lawyer in case your wife is having you watched.
Oh, and you know that thing she did at the end to hasten the proceedings? You’ll get a card from a doctor who will do the same thing to you as part of a check-up for prostate troubles…
October 10th, 2008 at 11:00 am
This really should be filed under careers guidance…