A friend of mine has a great story about going on his brother's stag do in London. None of the group are into punting or seeing whores, but they decided to partake of the traditional visit to a titty bar.
So they pile into a cab and ask the driver to take them to a suitable venue. They pull up in some Mayfair Street and are directed to a door by the cabbie, they pay him and off he goes.
The door is opened by a heavy who extracts the entrance fee from each of them. They find themselves in a small but plush bar area and order some overpriced drinks. There's a guy with a dickie bow and velvet suit overseeing things.
The girls come out and they're invited to choose one each. Confused, one pipes up "we just want to buy on dance for the stag if that's ok".
Dickie bow realises there's been a misunderstanding and in a cut glass RP accent explains, "Gentleman, this is a brothel, not a strip club. We sell sex with beautiful women"
At this point they start to panic a bit (I can imagine my mate will have gone absolutely beetroot). Dickie bow takes care of it "David, there's obviously meet a misunderstanding here, give these gentlemen their door fee back please" and gave them directions to what they were seeking.
I've always wanted to ask where exactly the taxi driver dropped them, just out of interest you understand. But it would out me and is probably higher than my budget
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