During World War 2 I ended up in Rheims, France. We were supposed to walk around and monitor this region or block and me and my buddy get around this one area on the block and come across this large institutional building. And there was a whole bunch of girls running around there. We found out that these girls were all diseased hookers. And every time we would walk over to that place we got hooted at. Everybody's got to make a living some way. There were different classes of whores over there. There were these pro stores (prophylactic) stores. By 10 O'Clock at night there would be a huge line there.

Zigg Zigg fucky fucky two pack cigarette, some of the hookers would yell at you. Packages of cigarettes were substitutes for cash. One night, a buddy and I were sitting out at Rainbow corner in Paris and we were watching this fancy looking girl with a fur collar around her. What the hell was she up to?� She was just standing out on the corner. One of these diplomats . . . Read More..