Ah, the good ol' days.

There was a time, when you could drive down certain streets and see women of the night walking down them. From Sandy Blvd, 82nd Ave and yes, even the hip neighborhoods of Northeast Alberta and North Mississippi, these streets were the haunts of such women. I'm not talking the women of the night that you see today, I'm talking women of character. Woman who had a flamboyant nature about them, and flaunted their "stuff". Feathered boas, fake leather pants and make-up painted on like it was Mardis Gras, they had it all.

You know what I hate? Them fancy-pants new fangled iPods and reel to reel machines! Give me an old-timey Victrola with character! AND WHERE HAVE ALL THE HARPISTS GONE?? (Ahem. Sorry, I momentarily forgot that the I, Anonymous blog is for you to vent your confessions and frustrations. So what are you waiting for? It's just sitting there, like a beautiful whore wearing leather pants and a boa!)