I remember seeing a book dedicated to the cards posted by London’s prostitutes in telephone boxes. The cards have since been made illegal and therefore fractionally harder to find, but any tourist can find thousands of them papering the walls of our famous red phones, making talking to your mother difficult (unless she’s someone else’s MILF and you’re a mother lover).
Designed to convey a phone-number and brief menu along with a description of the sex-service provider, the cards tackle the issue of describing the women they promote with the same forthright honesty we’ve come to expect from the White House press office. Believe the cards and know that most of porn valley is making ends meet selling bareback blowjobs in flats along the Edgeware road (we all know they stay in the 818 and only visit hotels). Putting ‘actual photo’ beside a picture of Tera Patrick and claiming she’s a 22 year old Japanese tranny isn’t seen as any big thing (I know it’s not her ‘cos I’ve been back three times and it’s always the same dude. Tell him Sam sent you).
The Bunny House blogs hooker flyers from South America and, due to a lack of access to DTP software and cheap color inkjets, the level of creativity on display is high. They putting the ‘uc’ back in folk art and, for someone with no allusions to being a whoremonger, the prices are eye-wateringly cheap. $10 is the price of a Big Mac meal in London - does she even undress? If so what’ll she do for a KFC family bucket? (or is the “KFC Family bucket” a sex act “Big Mac” will perform for the $10?)
My favorite provider to date is Paula, because after a session with her you can claim to have gone out for a haircut and still pass any polygraph test known to man (and she doesn’t have a cock. That works for me too.)
The Bunny House - The Fine Art of Hooker and Motel Flyers
(NB. Paula’s website on the card’s still up at time of writing. I swear I’m not taking a commission.)
(thanks German)