Time to quit Bloging When Geraldo shows up you know to find the exit.

And if it wasn’t for Page I’d never get laid. Or know where to go to get some. Yes, the place to be is Baghdad!

Iraqi prostitutes back on the streets after Saddam

Um Jenan used to wear gold jewellery, tight jeans and see-through blouses to attract VIP clients to her apartment in Baghdad — until the masked men in black packed her into a minibus and drove her away.

When they laid out her body in front of her home the next day, she was dressed in loose-fitting sweat pants and a T-shirt. A banner on the wall above said “God is greatest!.”

Beside her lay her severed head.

“I couldn’t stop looking at her,” said Ali Waad, who was 11 when Um Jenan was murdered by a death squad loyal to Saddam Hussein in 1999. “Other boys burst out crying, but I just stood there staring at the head.”

Such was the brutal justice meted out to prostitutes under the rule of Saddam, driving the world’s oldest profession deep underground in recent years.

Well, unless they slept with his sons. Then they were okay and got to stay in nice cottages on the palace grounds.

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