There was a time when a whore would not only be nicely turned out – look at Christine Keeler: suit, hat, hair, shoes, knees and toes – but knew that discretion was an intrinsic part of the job. Now them whores can’t keep their mouths shut.
This is Kristin Davis, no relation to Charlotte in Sex and the City, apparently a ‘notorious’ New York madam. She has crawled out from under the bed to announce to an expectant world that Dominique Strauss-Kahn, the former IMF boss who has been had up for attempted rape in New York, used the services of her girls. Now there’s a business model! Right there! Get girls to fuck wealthy men, promise discretion and then blab about it to the press. Sign us up. We’ll have us some of that.
And yet it seems to be a trend: only the other day we were reading in one of the less clever papers a first-hand account from a prostitute talking about how her human rights were being abused by super-injunctions because she wanted to be in one of those pictures they run of whores in the Sunday papers, where they have very thick tights and open toed sandals and sit with their legs to one side underneath headlines that go: ‘Read about ME and my steamy nights of passion with…’
Honestly, the whores these days. No class.
The whores these days, honestly! No class.,