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Twice, well maybe once-
Once in Indonesia about 1984. US tax payers paid for me to get laid once in the Philippines. My ships rec. fund hosted a two day party at "Scotty's Bar" in Olongapo City on Magsaysay Drive. They raffled off hookers, I won(?). I don't remember much. I remember waking up in a tin hut in the middle of nowhere to the sight and sound of a water buffalo right out the window. There was an old woman in the room offering me breakfast, she had no teeth. Moments later an rather attractive young lady walked in the room and asked if I had a nice evening. Talk about relief. I told myself I'd never drink like that again. The next morning I woke up on the pool table at Scotty's... alone.
Hookers were so cheap overseas I probably would have been like a guy in a woman's prison with a fist full of pardons if the newspapers weren't full of stories about some new strange STD known as AIDS.
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I used to drink to drown my sorrows, but the damned things have learned how to swim- Frida Kahlo
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