Ok I will bite
Many Many moons ago I was in West Africa and picked up a hooker in a bar.
She was taking me back to her place, a pre fabricated breeze block shack for the promise of some dark and dusky fun.
Anyway we walked to her place and when we got there, there was some kind of party going on and everyone was smashed off their faces on Ganga.
As we waked to her shack some of the local blokes started hurling abuse at me and her.
Now I still can handle myself and then I was a bit of a battler but I shit myself in the middle of nowhere with all this going on around me in some dodgy compound full of aggressive Black fellas and the girls were no less threatening.
Now you have had to experience the amount of shouting that sometimes happens in these countries to appreciate this but basically I bottled it.
Anyway the hooker I was with basically stood her ground and took me by the hand and led me out of the place like she was a Mother Hen and I was her chick.
Well I can tell you I was never so relieved than when I walked out of that place with my body intact holding her hand.
I Broke the cardinal rule of being somewhere iffy and got pissed and buggered off to somewhere stupid with a hooker.
I can still remember her name , Olive Carroll, and I sincerely thank her for saving me from a beating or worse.
There is no happy ending to this as I did not eventually fuck her but returned to my place with my tail between my legs vowing to never get pissed in a dodgy place again.
It was a very long time before I re discovered this hobby but back in the UK on safer ground.
Yes I do appreciate there may be the occasional Sergie with a baseball bat but he is on my ground and I will take my chances and I never ever have gone into a punt under the influence again.