On the first day I went to Newcastle me and my friend decided to go for a drive, just to talk, listen to music, abuse people, the usual type of things teenage males do.
We were "lucky" enough to take a trip to "Islington". Great place to visit if you like whores, sluts or whorish sluts. Other than that theres not alot to do. We drove along the main street and what did I see? at 1:30 in the afternoon, there was a hooker workin it already. Jesus. Its like that old saying I guess, "The early hooker gets the best tricks". My friend thought it would be fun to ask her for a blow. Me being in the passenger seat told him quite frankly to " fuck off!". He ignored me and pulled over, waited for her to walk over and took off. Now if I was a whore ( one day Jamie, one day ) then wouldn't you just ignore ANY cars with a fucking P plate on the back window???
Oh well, I'm guessing that intellect was in short supply when your a hooker. Then again, mental handicaps never stopped those girls from getting a job a Maccas.