At the foot of the hill where I live, there are some telephone boxes filled with cards advertising the services of scantilly clad ladies. Most are professionally produced, featuring the girls in a variety of erotic poses, accompanied by descriptions of the kind of wares on offer, although my favourite just had “I Like My Job” scrawled on a plain bit of white card alongside the phone number. I’ve always wanted an excuse to take some of the cards home, and now I do, with the discovery of Prostitute Trading Trumps. Is it my turn to shuffle? More sex here.
the funniest card i ever saw in kilburn phone boxes was one that had a photo of a very large coloured woman in bondage gear, and next to it the slogan “KNEEL DOWN ON YOUR KNEES!”
which evoked all kinds of unpleasant thoughts about what else there is to kneel down on.