Chaps,
I have no doubt that there are some parallels between the prostitutes whom "modern" serial killers stalk but, seriously, the "casual whores" who fell victim to the Ripper were precisely that - desperate women, who'd sooner "char" for transient employers, sell flowers, or glue match-boxes together than sell their bodies. We're not talking about regular or "career" prostitutes here, we're talking about women who'd pick up with any sozzled client as long as it made them the price of a bed for the night. We cannot compare them with the "career" prostitutes of recent years. We cannot even compare them with the women of Victorian "gay-houses" in the West End. Likewise their clients were no Shawcrosses or Sutcliffes. They were their male equivalents - raddled, knackered men of the London Docks and markets, as debauched and impoverished as the women on whom, for mere pennies, they spilled their sour spunk at the end of a drunken night.
I have no doubt that there are some parallels between the prostitutes whom "modern" serial killers stalk but, seriously, the "casual whores" who fell victim to the Ripper were precisely that - desperate women, who'd sooner "char" for transient employers, sell flowers, or glue match-boxes together than sell their bodies. We're not talking about regular or "career" prostitutes here, we're talking about women who'd pick up with any sozzled client as long as it made them the price of a bed for the night. We cannot compare them with the "career" prostitutes of recent years. We cannot even compare them with the women of Victorian "gay-houses" in the West End. Likewise their clients were no Shawcrosses or Sutcliffes. They were their male equivalents - raddled, knackered men of the London Docks and markets, as debauched and impoverished as the women on whom, for mere pennies, they spilled their sour spunk at the end of a drunken night.
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