The last of a dying breed.
Jamie Boud is back to blogging on The Known Universe and I couldn’t be happier. His posts and pictures are always a treat.
We finished working at about 1AM, and while my producer. Lilly, and the sound designer, Andy, went to the hotel bar for a vodka fueled de-briefing session, I headed strait to my room. I didn’t even notice the aging prostitute in the lobby. “She’s there every night,” Andy told me later.
Are you sure she’s a prostitute?” I said. Russian women have a reputation for being some of the most attractive in the world and, aging prostitutes aside, I found it to be quite true. But their style of dress can be misleading. I don;’ mean to imply that Russian women dress like whores, but the flashy body-conscious clothes and 5-inch spiked heels that so many of them wear could easily lead a lonely guy from out of town to make the wrong assumption about a single girl in a hotel lobby. No, I’m sure,” said Andy. “She asked me if I wanted her to come upstairs with me.”
Michael, a graphic designer who arrived a couple of days behind me. was booked into a different hotel on the other side of town, but said that his hotel had a house prostitute, too. “Is she cute?” Andy asked.
“Yeah, she’s actually quite attractive.”
“Ours isn’t,” said Andy, before turning to Lilly and demanding that in the future, he only be booked in a hotel with attractive prostitutes.
“I’ll write that down,” said Lilly.