I've been collecting these all year in hopes of getting the full set.
These are littered around in the streets near people's cars. I would go on Easter egg hunts every weekend to find new ones for my collection. Here' what a year of searching has found me.
I have a few doubles in good condition. I'll give those away as novelty gifts for friends.
And no, I've never called one. I'm not interested in women and even if I was I imagine these women have very sad stories to tell.
*wince* very awkward...On the upside, they probably know if they have any unwanted diseases. (I just realized how depressing that upside is, especially considering I was just studying Human Trafficking in World Problems. TT)
Heh, in London, these things mainly get stuck in phonebooths. While my cousin was here, he was taking a few because his friends back in South East Asia were awestruck by the notion that such slips might be posted in public.
That being said, my cousin was understandably extremely shy about being seen taking any of them.
A girl from my class back in high school would collect those, but they are very different, just small stickers (like 4x3cm or so) that were all over public phones with only name and phone number, she'd take them off and put them on the school notebook, the front and half-way the back was covered in them by the time we left school. We'd read and laugh at the ridiculous, fun and/or bizarre names they come up with (which me and my stepfather still do sometimes, but with... hmmm, I think it's called city councillor in english, with city councillor made-up names. )
I would totally have been that girl. I spent several years fascinated with the sex work business and even wrote a story about a distopian future where the only way the lower class could get health care and steady income was by joining one of many federally funded brothels. I'd like to return to that story someday.
So the guys who hire them probably know them in everyday life.
How awkward.
While my cousin was here, he was taking a few because his friends back in South East Asia were awestruck by the notion that such slips might be posted in public.
That being said, my cousin was understandably extremely shy about being seen taking any of them.
I spent several years fascinated with the sex work business and even wrote a story about a distopian future where the only way the lower class could get health care and steady income was by joining one of many federally funded brothels. I'd like to return to that story someday.
What kind of bizarre names did they have?