I took the bus to work this morning and as I got on I noticed the seat behind me was occupied by a brace of charming young blonde ladies, chattering away in East European accents. As I was reading my book, the occasional word drifted past my consciousness until my radio-stag honed ears homed in on the keyword 'pyjamas'. My mind drifted off into a pleasant little reverie involving pillowfights and Haagen Daas until the little klaxon at the back of my mind finally managed to draw my attention to one other aspect of their conversation that I'd subconsciously picked up on. They were talking about 'clients'. Exclusively male 'clients'. In normal conversational tones, in a reasonable amount of detail and in ways which made it quite clear to all concerned what services these 'clients' were receiving. I would normally have put it down to just me leaping to conclusions, but the expression on the face of the wee wummin sitting opposite told me it wasn't. So, ARRSERs, question. Actions on encountering young blonde East European prostitutes in an everyday situation: should I have a) asked for a business card and how much it would cost for the pair of them; or b) listened to God's Holy Words and purified their lust-pits with fire?