Side-Talks With Girls
And now, direct from 1897, it’s time for…
Today’s missive comes all the way from Deadwood, South Dakota.
Dear Ruth,
I am a freelance contractor for a lovely man named Al Swearengen, who operates a whorehouse social club in a quaint local inn. Normally I receive clients in a room upstairs in the establishment. However, gold was discovered in the area, and lately there have been quite few new faces in town. There are times when all the rooms are occupied, and my employer is quite adamant that we not turn business away.
What should a proper young lady do in this situation?
Sincerely,
Madame Annie Yonkers
Thanks, Ruth! See you tomorrow!
So many things I could say in response to this, but they all involve the f-word. I don’t think Ruth would approve. But then again, she’s probably a San Francisco c**ksucker.
SWEDGIN! SWEDGIN!!
When I started watching that show, I was using my clicky row-counter to keep track of the “c” word. I think I broke it during the Mr. Wu epsiode.
God I love that show.
If I were her, I’d just be glad I wasn’t Al’s favorite. Otherwise you’d be stuck with your thumb up his ass. I would think that’s far worse than “entertaining” in the parlor. =P