If anyone has ever been in the car with my dad while driving through London, they'll know this story very well. Basically, anytime i've ever gone anywhere in london with my dad, he's been able to point out any hooker. Now, I know what you're thinking., so stop. He works at the London Police station, as a dispatcher (aka answers 911 calls). So he just knows what they look like, etc. Anyways, it usually goes some what like this:
"Hooker, hooker , hooker, EW! not a hooker , just really ugly.... hooker, hooker, drug dealer..."
etc.
It's honestly hilarious. There was a time recently when he picked me up from a friends house in London and told me that there was a hooker out when he came to pick me and now she was gone. So either she was really desperate for cash or someone was really desperate for sex , in the words of my dad.
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