As soon as I enter the Bulldog Pub, I spot a whore in her late thirties surrounded by a bunch of thieves in their fifties and sixties. Having had a few drinks already, they are all merry. Wearing an almost transparent dress, she is forever grinning and squirming in her seat. Her hair on the long side, she is forever adjusting it. Her eyelids aflutter, she is flicking it to the side over and over again. And baring her teeth for all to see. The thieves are pressing around her. One of the oldest ones among them is telling her now this and now that. He leans ever closer to her ever more often. She gives him long, imploring looks. At some point he pulls out his mobile phone, dials, and covers his mouth. After a long conversation, he puts away the phone, and returns to her with a huge smile. Done! She is beside herself. She gets up, wiggles her hips, and throws her arms up. There are many hugs and kisses. She presses her hands against her breasts as she thanks him from the bottom of her heart. Grinning and squirming all the while, she points at him to all the thieves in her company. There is much laughter all around. Shrugging his shoulders, the lucky one keeps smiling innocently. They are in love already. When I get up to leave, she gives me a long, probing look. Given my age, she must take me for yet another thief with the right connections in town.