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Originally Posted by Pinky457
Winter of 1989. I saw an ad for a massage parlor in one of those free newspapers. I didn’t have a car at the time, so I took a cab. I gave the driver the street address, because o didn’t want to say the name of the place. When we got there the building was empty. It was a sketchy part of town,he asks “are you sure? What are you looking for?” I hesitated a second and he asked “ are you looking for Le Club!”. That was the place , and he knew right where to go! The experience itself was ok, but it was the ride there, had was the funny part. Moral of the story: cabbies know everything!
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Classically, supposedly the savviest providers in a city manage to put together a network of cabbies who'd funnel horny businessmen from out of town to them. I suppose now that Uber and Lyft are trying to make cabs a thing of the past (welcome to the "gig economy"), that may no longer be accurate.
That said, there's an old joke I can't resist telling, about the conventioneer who, newly arrived in Boston, wanted to follow his buddy's recommendation of what seafood he should sample while there. So he gets into the cab, and asks the cabbie, "Hey, were can a guy get scrod here?" (Yes, "scrod" is a name for a type of fish, see
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scrod).
The cabbie tuns around, looks at the conventioneer, and replied, "Man, in my twenty years of driving a hack here I've been asked that question many times, but you're the first guy who's asked me that in the pluperfect subjunctive."
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obFirstTime: My first time was in the Philippines when I was serving in the Navy. Paid US$10 to buy a bargirl I'd been flirting with for two hours out of the bar, then paid her another $30. She spent the night, it was the best sex of my life up to that point, and the next morning she washed me in the shower, dressed me, and treated me like a king.
I've often contemplated retiring there...
Cheers,
bcg
