London Visit

Mate was down in London sightseeing, it started raining so he decided to take shelter in a massage parlour he was passing, having paid £50 he was directed down a corridor where he came upon three doors with signs reading blond, brunette and black on them, he entered the door reading brunette, only to be confronted by three more doors reading small tits, medium tits, big tits, he chose big tits, again on entering the door he was confronted by a further three doors reading small cu#t, large cu#t and wet cu#t, he chose the wet cu#t and found himself back outside in the fu#king rain...

Your writing sounds your London trip
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you in your life.

rohitkumar wrote:Your writing sounds your London trip
was really funny,you have gain valuable experience. This will help
you in your life.

Valuable experience alright Rohit! Keep out of Soho if you don't want ripped off!

True story:-
Mate was down in London on business, meeting went quicker than he had expected so found himself with time in hand, decided to give Soho a visit, as he wandered around Soho viewing what the various clubs had on offer he was approached by what he described as a well dressed well spoken gentleman, the gentleman explained he had seen him viewing what the various clubs had on offer and explained that he could recommend a club that offered quality at non rip off prices, my friend was interested and the gentleman led him to a door a short distance away, the gentleman explained to him to enter the doorway and say that James had recommended the club. My friend entered the door which led to a long corridor, he was met by a further two well dressed well spoken gentlemen who politely explained to him that he could either hand over his wallet, or they would remove it from him, he handed over his wallet, the gentlemen then explained to him that it would be unadvisable for him to exit the door for at least a couple of minutes after them...
So there he was standing in London, no cash, no credit cards, no travel tickets...
On contacting the police they more or less laughed in his face, but they did give him a rail travel warrant to get him back to Scotland...

Went to Soho when we were 17 in the boy service, 2 of us, stationed in Dover. Same thing...tell them Jim sent you, except we had to pay Jim the discount rate to get in and these other geezers wanted the full price. Could have been worse I suppose, at least we were left with some money. Young, naive and innocent...

At that age whats in you trousers rule you head.

Used to work in the west end, drank in soho loads of times, great place if you are a familiar face. Playing cards one night in a backroom when it got raided, out came a Ouija board. Bloody blokes in suits, cigars scotch all sitting round with a finger on a glass. Soho not just seedy bars, great place.