The Old Days . . . .
As a teenager I was into jogging to stay fit, I had a regular route down the canal banks from Sallys bridge to Sandymount.
I saw my first street walkers along the banks of the canal around Baggot street bridge, this became a routine sight for me on my evening runs, but I have to say that most of them looked awfull to me back then, always seemed to be aged in their mid 30s, big hair, bad make up, bad figures, bad clothes (even bad mini skirts-hard as that is to believe).
I was always weary of them, just nervous I suppose, several times, while jogging (!) I was asked by some of them do I "want to do business" (what did they expect me to do-take off my sweaty running gear to "do business", then put it back on and continue my 4 mile run?). I was fit, but I wasnt that fucking fit.
It was always an interesting area, you would see guys hiding in bushes watching the working girls (wanking?), and you would see cars moving slowly, the single male drivers staring at the girls. I once noticed a very good looking blond woman sitting in her car watching the girls ( a wife? checking to see if her husband was doing "business"?- that was my gut feeling back then)
I was a young lad then (late 80s, early 90s), and it was a tense area for me to be passing true. In later years there were some truely terrible looking junkie girls there also, mostly young, but very sick looking.
Overall I have to say that for me personnally, the whole thing along the canal, while interesting, was a turn sexual off.
Yep, thats what it was for me.
A man s mission in life is to spread his seed with as many women as possible, for as long as possible, in any position possible . . . .