Long, long, ago, before I was a parent, then a grandparent, in a galaxy far, far away, where time and energy represented infinite quantities, I vaguely remember being a people. Yes, as I recall, people really are capable of spontaneous, glorious, heat-of-the-moment sexual encounters, day and night; when they're not juggling kids, housework, meals, and gainful employment.
So why do they call them ‘Ladies of the Night?’
I bet wise owl Vivian would know.
And how was I to know the ladies were still working Amsterdam’s famous Red Light District at ten in the morning? Red Light Districts are not exactly my forte.
Of course, it’s not like we hadn’t been warned.