Every time I went into the Soviet/Chicom Bloc in the old days, I hoped some sultry Mata Hari would target me in a “honeytrap” sting, but alas....
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LOL! Same here. Instead it was just to get read the riot act by some rectangular shaped harridan in maroon hair over some minor infraction or another.
“Instead it was just to get read the riot act by some rectangular shaped harridan in maroon hair over some minor infraction or another.”
Often sitting at a desk at the end of the hotel floor hall, as I remember!