I love shopping for prostitutes on Cordova Street in Vancouver, BC. “Ladies of the Evening”, they’re called.

Sometimes I drive for upward of 120km in an evening, around and around, searching for just the right tender s** provider to suit my then-desires.

The days long ago were much better out there, but at least Vancouver hasn’t been enforcing the nation-wide prostitution laws, so something is indeed looking up (aside from my erection, I mean)