Whores

"Let's get some whores!" Roger said, "That'll cheer you up you miserable fucker!"
I had my doubts, but I went along with it.
We drove around a housing estate for about twenty minutes until he said: "Ah, here's some," and pulled over. "Hello, can you help me? Can you direct me to Spam Alley?"
"Never heard of it," one of the women replied.
"Actually, forget that. I really need to go up Bourneville Boulevard, could you direct me there? And also tell me how much it would cost in travel expenses and suchlike?"
The two women exchanged words quietly. Then one looked shocked and said: "Sling your hook you dirty bastard! Go on! Fuck off you pervert!"
"Trouble with women," Roger said as he drove off, "is they've got no sense of direction."

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