Most people never hear of such sordid, immoral subjects. Unfortunately.


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The average “customer” would be appalled if he knew how thoroughly his habits, requirements, shortcomings, and idiosyncrasies are known and broadcast among the underworld runners and the underworld girls. Thus, in Soho the message would be: “Deebeej is in town. Tip off the pussy-girls and slapparats.” A slapparat is one of the persons known as masochists. They are very numerous in England. There is no question whatever about this particular psychological twist, but Queen Victoria and Mrs. Grundy do not allow the matter to be discussed. Which is a very good thing - from the point of view which is common to all underworld people. It is good for trade! Slappy-tarts would not have been of any great interest to Deebeej. Because, as I have mentioned, with Deebeej it was a question of religion. Thus, when the word went round that he was in Soho or in Montmartre, no-one wasted any time. They did not send beautifully dressed, seductive courtesans to cross his path, and they sent no perfumed boys to brush against him. They passed the word to the right people. 
The most fantastic and quite incredible stories were current about what Deebeej did. This, among people who were normally quite incapable of being shocked, and who regarded the weirdest perversions pragmatically, in the way of trade. Deebeej, with his dark, flashing eyes, his quiet commanding voice, and his superb composure, struck terror into pussy-girls, slapparats, chiv-men and ponces alike.

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  1. I know you dig slang, and I don't think you've posted this one:

    "Get Your Ass in the Water and Swim Like Me" (PDF): tinyurl.com/GitchaA

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    1. Many thanks Jonder, that's a great one. I did post it a while back - http://arouseyourpassion.blogspot.co.uk/2012/04/damnest-dance-i-ever-seen-was-dance-of.html - but the link doesn't seem to be downloadable any more. Anything else you might have on these lines would be more than welcome.

      all the best,
      Johnny

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