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http://www.upi.com/Odd_News/2011/12/03/Man-orders-prostitute-daughter-arrives/UPI-23601322899200/

 

A Zimbabwean man who called for a prostitute to come to his hotel room said he collapsed to the floor when his daughter showed up.

 

Father-of-three Titus Ncube of Bulawayo said he called for a prostitute to come to the hotel room in which he was staying while having marital problems and was shocked when his 20-year-old daughter arrived, the British tabloid the Mirror reported Friday.

 

Ncube said he collapsed to floor upon recognizing his daughter, who quickly fled, crying.

 

"I am sorry for what I did," Ncube said. "I spoke to my wife and daughter. I apologized for my actions as I just wanted my family back. My daughter has stopped doing what she was doing and is going back to school next year. My marital problems are not over, but we have a counselor who is helping us to get over this most difficult period."

 

 

http://www.inquisitr.com/25563/man-calls-a-prostitute-his-own-daughter-shows-up-dbp/

 

According to BBC an Israeli couple are preparing to divorce after the man called a prostitute to his hotel room only to find out that she was his daughter. The turmoil started a few months ago when the father/businessman from Haifa was sent to a course in Eilat.

 

The man took advantage of the situation to summon a call girl to his hotel room on his first night there. If you aren’t into very very embarressing moments, then don’t read on.

 

As he opened the door to his room I can only imagine the horror and surprise in both the man’s and prostitute’s eyes. The call girl turns out to be his own daughter.

 

The Israeli newspaper Ma’ariv reports that the father began feeling chest pains which may have been a mild heart attack. The man quickly ended his stay and returned to his wife to tell the truth about what happened.

 

She is now tracking down her daughter and will help her find a more suitable job. She hasn’t forgiving her husband though and she wishes to divorce him.

 

I once had knew a coworker who relayed this story. A friend of his in south central LA decided to gather up some friends and check out a strip club for his birthday. He gets there a bit earlier than everyone with a friend of his and guess who he sees on the stage? Yep, his daughter. He was a former gangbanger type and raised a fuss. His friend called the rest of the guys and said don't come under any circumstances. His daughter was hiding in the back room and he insisted on taking his daughter with him before he left. They told him his daughter was a bit too ashamed to see him right now but he didn't care. He was not gonna leave without her and threatened to shoot up the place if they didn't. Eventually someone called the cops, who after hearing what happened felt too bad for him to arrest him.

 

I saw a coworker in a porn movie clip once.

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I've heard variations on this tale before - the worst one being the old standby about the 'good family man' who sneaks out for a spot of gloryhole relief at the local beat. Comes out of the cubicle to find himself face-to-face with his own son. Cant imagine that ever happening in Tassie ....

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I was getting a haircut on lower Playthai rd. a while back, thai guy next to me refused the "lilac water" saying he did not want his daughtesr to think he had come from a whore house.

 

I told the barber us it on me, my daughters don't know what a whore house smells like inside.

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Thread message seems to be: don't be so sure your daughters aren't familiar with eau-de-ho! (No offense intended, of course... I'm sure your daughters are lovely and decent and all that.)

 

But... You can never be sure, until the youngest shows up at your cheap hotel in a crotchless Nazi nurse outfit (at which point most parents would, I think, be able to miraculously still find an alternate explanation... a healthy interest in mid-20th century history reenactment, perhaps?)

 

Eau-de-ho - equal parts desperation, oily grime off paper currency, and as much bleach as it takes - plus lilac to top it off... (Lilac? Is that taking a "honey, of course I haven't been at a whorehouse fucking beautiful young girls! I smell totally, totally gay, just check! Like lilac!")

 

Hong Kong is killing me, after only three days... just not my place anymore, though never was. God, have I really reached the point at which I can no longer compete at the Wanchai level, and can only survive and thrive at the Pattaya level?! Ha, as if God listens to anything coming out of either Wanchai or Pattaya!

 

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