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In 1912 Brothels had menus..have a look..

Who remembers a restaurant in West Perth with pretty, scantily clad waitresses and a menu of meals and drinks with rude names. I've forgotten what it was called, but it was upstairs, off an arcade.
 
Many lolz were had :) It would be hard to keep a straight face when they said what the wanted...
 
I had no idea people used such lewd and lascivious language in the olde worlde. So not everything was prim and proper then. Another illusion shattered. :oops:
 
XLNC said:
I had no idea people used such lewd and lascivious language in the olde worlde. So not everything was prim and proper then. Another illusion shattered. :oops:
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We have evolved?? I remember you being castigated for using a word from our Anglo Saxon past
 
Google Lord John Wilmot, 2nd Earl of Rochester. He was, among other things, a poet who lived in the 17th Century. He penned the most pornographic verses. In particular, check out "A Ramble in St James Park."
I promise that you will be shocked, regardless of your age.
 
happy2 said:
We have evolved?? I remember you being castigated for using a word from our Anglo Saxon past
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Indeed, one which was on the old menu. Prudishness may be a regressive trait in some perhaps...?
 
Polkam said:
Google Lord John Wilmot, 2nd Earl of Rochester. He was, among other things, a poet who lived in the 17th Century. He penned the most pornographic verses. In particular, check out "A Ramble in St James Park."
I promise that you will be shocked, regardless of your age.
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OMG! OMG! OMG! I only just skimmed through it -- have to dash to get my prick pulled -- but, well, goodness gracious me! and I do declare! If John Wilmot was on the Year 12 English curriculum, we would have paid much more attention than we did to dreary John Donne.

PS. h/p, whatever you do, do not look up this poem or you will experience an apoplectic fit. Wilmot dropped C bombs and F bombs like a B-52. :eek:
 
Ahoy;- Here part of it................LOL

A Ramble in St. James's Park

Much wine had passed, with grave discourse
Of who fucks who, and who does worse
(Such as you usually do hear
From those that diet at the Bear),
When I, who still take care to see 5
Drunkenness relieved by lechery,
Weent out into St. James's Park
To cool my head and fire my heart.
But though St. James has th' honor on 't,
'Tis consecrate to prick and cunt. 10
There, by a most incestuous birth,
Strange woods spring from the teeming earth;
For they relate how heretofore,
When ancient Pict behan to whore,
Deluded of his assignation 15
(Jilting, it seems, was then in fashion),
Poor pensive lover, in this place
Would frig upon his mother's face;
Whence rows of mandrakes tall did rise
Whose lewd tops fucked the very skies. 20
Each imitative branch does twine
In some loved fold of Aretine,
And nightly now beneath their shade
Are buggeries, rapes, and incests made.
Unto this all-sin-sheltering grove 25
Whores of the bulk and the alcove,
Great ladies, chambermaids, and drudges,
The ragpicker, and heiress trudges.
Carmen, divines, great lords, and tailors,
Prentices, poets, pimps, and jailers, 30
 
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