Well, well, well. This weekend I was talking with some visitors in my happy little cabin and somehow we ventured into Red Light Districts and not-so-honorable ladies. As we discussed fashion, culture, and faux pas, I think I made my own.
I was explaining that prostitutes wore colorful stockings and would show them off by tucking the back of their skirts up into their knees or flipping their skirts up to show gentlemen that the lady was "open for business". Generally, the gentlemen would offer to escort the lady for a walk (to settle on the transaction and other business). Unless of course, the woman was just hanging about the saloon undressed, waiting for her suitors to come adore her. If only!
Anyway, during this part of my explanation one of the visitors asked me to go for a walk. I looked right at him and gave him a stern "No" and carried on. Only later did I start to wonder if, Option A. he was joking or Option B. he thought I really was a hooker....hmmm. Maybe I play-act being an 1870's hooker too well? Great, isn't that something to be proud of and share in the family Christmas letter!
Ahh, well, I'm off to contemplate on my tuffet...
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