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What the Secret Service Could Learn from Drunken Sailors (The Curse of the Unpaid Prostitute)
The Washington Post ^ | April 26 | Roberto Loiederman

Posted on 04/29/2012 4:56:52 PM PDT by DogByte6RER

What the Secret Service could learn from drunken sailors

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Roberto Loiederman, a merchant seaman from 1966 to 1974, is a writer in California. He co-authored “The Eagle Mutiny,” an account of the 1970 mutiny on a U.S. vessel.

What happened in Cartagena, Colombia, with the Secret Service seems unsavory to me, but not for the reasons you might think.

I make no judgments about men spending a night with escorts. As far as I’m concerned, those who take a holier-than-thou attitude about this are like Inspector Renault in “Casablanca” when he says he’s “shocked, shocked” to discover there is gambling at Rick’s Cafe . . . just before someone hands him his winnings.

No, what the Secret Service agents apparently did seems unsavory because of my own experiences.

More than 40 years ago, I was a merchant seaman. Whenever our ship would get to port — any port — we’d hurry to an area near the docks filled with bars and women. Valparaiso or Santos, Pusan or Saigon, Djibouti or Cartagena — the only changes, from port to port, were the local women’s ethnicity and language.

As a seaman, what other options do you have? You’re in a strange city for a few days. You’re with other hardworking, hard-playing guys. And you’ve got cash in your pocket. So you go to a bar, drink more than you should, smile at the women buzzing around, maybe dance with one and then — for a pre-arranged fee — take her to a hotel room.

I imagine the Secret Service agents in the scandal du jour went through similar steps. Of course, the current situation is different from what I remember.

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To: Venturer

It’s legal there. The price was negotiated, but he was an ass and did not pay. In the US she would have gone her pimp, not he cops. Then we would not be talking about arrests—but at least assault, and at most a killing.

I’ve never paid cash for sex, but even I know you don’t skip out on a prostitute or you get your ass whooped.


41 posted on 04/29/2012 9:18:06 PM PDT by Vermont Lt (I just don't like anything about the President. And I don't think he's a nice guy.)
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To: Calamari

Thats why they call them “Hookers”


42 posted on 04/29/2012 9:34:14 PM PDT by Delta 21 (Oh Crap !! Did I say that out loud ??!??)
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To: BluH2o

you are really classy....


43 posted on 04/29/2012 9:45:53 PM PDT by Nifster
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To: Vermont Lt
“I’ve never paid cash for sex, but even I know you don’t not pay a prostitute or you get your ass whooped.”

I hear there are some positions open at the USSS. You may qualify. You seem smarter and more honorable than the average USSS agent. ; )

44 posted on 04/29/2012 9:46:12 PM PDT by Chgogal (WSJ, Coulter, Kristol, Krauthammer, Rove et al., STFU. Thank you.)
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To: af_vet_rr; oldsalt

We all suspected that “Humpty Dumpty” was a conglomeration of persons, I think, how could it be otherwise?

The “Humpty Dumpty” I saw in the mid to late Seventies appeared to be a somewhat elderly woman with (I am told) no teeth, or at least ones that were removable...:)

I was shocked when I saw her, because she appeared to me to be an elderly person and rather disgusting in appearance, but I am sure to to a 20 year old sailor, a hard woman in her forties or fifties would have appeared much the same way.

Of course, there was “The Castle” that was also the focal point of people who seemed to revel in perversion.

I admit that I found the concepts of “The Castle” and “Humpty Dumpty” to be more a source of hilarity than disgust, I suppose due to all the stories of things that supposedly went on, rather than actual verifiable experiences!

But I did find out one thing as a sailor-there were people I worked with whose appetites for things like that were very, very different indeed from my own, much to my fascination, hilarity and revulsion in equal parts.


45 posted on 04/30/2012 5:25:32 AM PDT by rlmorel (A knife in the chest from a unapologetic liberal is preferable to a knife in the back from a RINO.)
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To: rlmorel
Holy Cow! I had forgotten about Humpty Dumpty. I was in Naples in 1976.

Where there are men there will be prostitutes. The only reason women don't frequent male prostitutes is because there are many men willing to do it for free.

This reminds me of a joke. A little girl about 4 years old was taking a bath with her three year old brother. She started crying. Her mother asked her what was wrong. The little girl said she wanted a thingee-just like her little brother had. The mother just smiled and said,"Don't worry, with what you have you can get as many thingees as you want."

46 posted on 04/30/2012 6:32:09 PM PDT by fini
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To: fini
I was in Naples in 1976.
Where there are men there will be prostitutes.

As a Marine I had two 6 month Med deployments ... one in 1965 and again the following year. The ladies of the Med followed us from port to port ... even if we weren't customers we recognized them and knew many of them by name. Naples, Genoa, Barcelona, Izmir, and several other ports of call ... same women who would give us a smile and a wave, sometimes a hug of recognition. Once again, you didn't need to be a customer ... but, if you were, it helped with the recognition factor.

47 posted on 04/30/2012 6:56:31 PM PDT by BluH2o
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To: fini
"...Don't worry, with what you have you can get as many thingees as you want..."

Ha. Ain't that just the truth...:)

I must say, I learned a lot about human nature in my four years in the USN. I met some very colorful people...one guy, who was as friendly as could be, was wire-thin from Mississippi, and had got himself a license to preach, which just completed the ensemble! He always had a big lip full of snuff and that tell-tale worn/faded circle on the back pocket of his dungarees where he carried the container.

He and a buddy of his would go out "hog huntin" to find the homeliest woman to bed. They carried a polaroid camera and would take pictures and come back and show us.

OMG. I couldn't believe it. I had traveled all the way around the world by the time I was 13, had lived in Subic Bay and seen Olongapo, so I didn't think I was a bumpkin, but I had never seen anything like those guys.

I did two Med tours in 1977 and 1978, and the North Atlantic tour in 1976.

I did have a funny experience in Naples once when I was on Shore Patrol.

IIRC, they made the alleys above Via Roma off limits sometime around the mid-seventies. We had to patrol up in that area to make sure nobody was trying to go in there.

One night when I was on Shore Patrol, me and a 1st Class named Cook who had the nickname "Cookieman" (Who also happened to be my boss and probably 20 years my senior) got chased by an irate transvestite with a knife...heheh, kind of looked like Alice Cooper with a big black raincoat, came stumbling towards us shouting something in Italian brandishing a knife above his head!

As I was standing there gaping at this sight, Cookieman turned and ran, so I turned and ran too. We ran for a block or two laughing as we ran, then stopped to catch our breath.

While we were standing there, Cookieman was bent over with his hands on his knees, panting, and looked at me with a big grin and said "She looked like Grandma but talked like Grandpa..."

I laugh at that to this day...

48 posted on 04/30/2012 7:49:24 PM PDT by rlmorel ("The safest road to Hell is the gradual one." Screwtape (C.S. Lewis))
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