The Hooker Who Looked Like My Mom

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About Mervyn Kaufman

A consumer-magazine writer, Mervyn Kaufman is the author most recently of The Shamrock Way, the history of Arizona's biggest and most enduring food-service company, and coauthor of the Gary Stevens memoir, The Perfect Ride.

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  1. I worked in a restaurant in Manhattan which had a communal room to change into our work clothes.
    As one of the men I worked with for years (and was close to) took off his shirt to change,
    I couldn’t help but notice a nasty-looking, huge scar in the middle of his back and asked him how it happened, as it looked like an unusual spot for surgery.

    “Got rolled in a whorehouse”, he told me. As I reeled from the thought of this man in such a place (I knew he was long-married) I stammered and asked him how it happened.
    He said he went to a massage business advertised in the classified section of a daily newspaper, where it was clear from the sexy photo that massage was not the only thing being for sale there.

    Once he was inside the room awaiting, er, service, a couple of big thugs burst into the room. One guy roughed him up to take his wedding band, a gold chain he wore and to wrestle his watch off his wrist while the other guy rifled through his pants for his wallet. Laying on the table naked (he was awaiting, uh, service) he felt completely ambushed and defenseless, but outraged that he was “set up” to be robbed. Instinct kicked in and he jumped off the table and fought them back. One of the men plunged a knife into his back before running off with his wallet and jewelry.
    No one in the establishment would call the police, (no surprise there) so he staggered out into the street and collapsed. He awoke in the hospital. He told me his life was touch-and-go for a week, as the knife punctured his lung.

    That this happened inside a real business advertised in one of our big newspapers always shocked me; the robbery was obviously an inside job.
    I imagined such things were more likely to happen in a scenario like you described: street hooker, dark alleys, unknown apartments.
    So, who knows, Mervyn….maybe your instincts to keep on walking were well-served!

    P.S.- Two of my male friends, both in their 50′s, were recently walking late at night in the same area you were in and approached by a woman who fit the identical description. Wonder if it’s the same woman?

    Thanks for sharing your well-written musings……Lili

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