Hooker Hill


It’s another cold and lonely, soaking wet night on so-called ‘Hooker Hill’. Even the eponymous hookers have retired for the evening. But I can always count on someone still being out and about – and anxious for a quick lick and a shine of their shoes or boots.

Tonight that person happens to be local resident (and most definitely not a hooker) Ms Karen Madam. See how she first stops to mock me in the rain, commenting on my lack of protection from the elements and how my humble head looks soaked through, before standing over me with her umbrella not to afford me some protection from the rain, but purely in order to have her black leather boots lickshined.

She then happily walks off leaving me to get drenched – and rightly so, for it is not her job to provide me with shelter from the elements. Her ‘job’ is to humiliate me, and she has done that very nicely!













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