I once ran into an aggressive prostitute in Capitol Heights, Md., just over the DC line. Even though she wouldn’t take “no” for an answer, I finally got rid of her. But she threatened my life—her perfume was so strong that I almost suffocated.
I had a hooker sitting in a side alley in New Orleans proposition me many years ago. I told her I was looking for a fish place, and she invited me in for “red snapper”.
“Capitol Heights, Md.”
I’m from literally right up the road. And I speak from experience when I say, “one should not be where one does not belong.”