A Sordid Tale From A Married Man In London
I don’t know what it is about those number 98 buses but they have recently become a source of interesting stories for London Is Cool. A couple of days ago I almost got squashed to death by the biggest booty in London whilst on one, and this morning I overhead a sordid tale from a married man talking to his friend.
Earlier on this morning I was heading back to Kilburn from Willesden and because I was feeling a wee bit lazy I jumped on the 98 bus. It is Sunday and a day of rest for some of us. If you don’t get enough rest and relaxation you will burn out and fade away.
The upstairs of the bus was empty apart from one guy sitting near the front and a couple of teen girls at the back. I found myself a seat in the middle, with a good view of the world outside. At the next stop Steve, how do I know he was called Steve. Well simple really, when he got on the bus the other guy upstairs said ‘Hey Steve, how are you mate.’ And Mr X cause I never got his name said, ‘Not too bad mate.’
Mr X asks Steve, ‘Hows the wife and kids.’ And they were doing fine! That’s nice to hear I thought, a happily married guy. Mr X enquires what’s Steve doing over this neck of the woods and he was like I shouldn’t really say and you better not breath a word of this to anybody else. I was going to tell him to speak a wee bit quieter because I could hear every word he was saying.
Steve the married guy with kids, had just been visiting a Polish prostitute…god bless the EEC and how well some of their citizens have integrated into British life. Mr X’s reply was ‘Your fucking kidding me mate.’ Steve wasn’t joking. And it gets worse, he had been banging the £80 pound an hour Polish hooker without any protection…bareback. Yikes, yuck…dis-fucking-gusting…
Mr X says his favourite words, ‘Your fucking kidding me mate.’ And again Steve wasn’t joking. Mr X who seemed to have a wee bit more sense than his death wish friend, asked him if he was crazy. And Steve comes out with those immortal words that I will never forgot, ‘She is only 18 and clean as a whistle and she gets tested all the time.’ I wanted to ask him what relevance her age had to do with catching HIV, Syphilis, Herpes or Gonorrhoea from her. And just because she says it, doesn’t mean its true!
Just as the conversation was getting interesting Mr X stands up to get off the bus and asks Steve if he is up for a few lagers on Friday. Steve said he was broke and would have to take a rain check. I seen the look in Mr X’s face which said many words, ‘You are so broke that you are spending 80 quid an hour banging some polish hooker, but you cant afford to come out for a few lagers, fucking twat!’
Steve by all accounts looked like a normal 30 year old guy, but he was far from normal. He was very obviously a lunatic, a mad man…someone that only cared about one person…himself. I was truly amazed that anyone, and especially someone in a relationship, that in this day and age, they would indulge in sex with a prostitute without using protection. I wanted to ask him why? Why would you put your own health and risk the health of your wife and kids for an hour of fun with a hooker. And why would a young girl sell her soul for £80 an hour.
The only logical reason that I can think of is that Steve and the 18 year old Polish hooker have sold their souls to the devil. Steve has sold his for the thrill of cheap sex and the prostitute has sold hers for money. Sometimes I’m amazed by what I see and the things I hear about in this crazy city called London, but you know something I’m never surprised..!
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