Honies and Jeepnies
That’s where the entertainment was, some were
country, others Jazz, and still others had popular music. They all had one
thing in common- hostesses. They were attracted
to us like flies to honey, and as soon as you entered a bar, they would welcome
you with a big smile, and
“Honey buy me a drink, uh.”
Most happened to be hoes, some were very pretty,
and some you needed a few drinks to really see
the beauty in the beast. Beasts which also roam New York City’s streets at
night. Hell, they roam the streets of all major cities. I can’t see how kids go sticking
their Johnson into these beasts, it just boggles my mind. It’s insane, especially
today when there are STDs that can kill you. Back then a shot of penicillin in
your keister, and all was well.
Anyway, there were a lot of hoes there,
but then it was a GI town, same as any other GI town any
place in the world. El paso
was full of hoes too, and where ever you find GIs, you’re
going to find hoes. They service stupid, horny, lonely GIs who are looking for a
good time. Stateside it’s classified, a guarded secret, and GIs have to know someone
who knows, but they’re there just the same. Overseas, they’re just out in the open.
After all it isn’t the oldest profession for nothing.
The jeepnies lined up right out side the
main gate, and would take you anywhere in town. A Jeepny is a small, colorful, Filipino
Bus converted from a jeep, and they’re all over the Philipines. Peeps hopped on
and off, and rode until they got to their
destination. They told the driver where they were going, and he told them how much
for the ride. It was really easy getting downtown to any bar you wanted.
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