"You know?  Dey don' even stink no-mo'!"
Name : Wild Oscar
Tariff : "If you need to ask, you may fuck off now!"
Skills : Sharpest tongue in the West.  No Whoredog was more desired in polite society than Wild Oscar, famed for both biting wit and biting legs.  He rose to prominance as a pup when he insulted one of the Queen's Corgi's in Kensington Park, reducing it to tears.  His fame blossomed when he attended the opening night of a Tchaikovsky symphony at the Festival Hall and urinated on the great Russian's new suede shoes, indicating that this was the only review that the night's proceedings would require.  Easily the most famous of the Victorian Whoredogs, Wild Oscar mixed with ambassadors and royalty, charming and servicing both with a high level of humour and cruelty, reaching his apex  when he published his prizewinning play 'Lady Wolfhound's Fanny.'
     However his reputation was left in tatters when it was revealed that he routinely slept with other dogs, as well as with humans.  Shunned by polite society, he was eventually sentenced and sent to a Dog's Home from where he would stare forlornly through the bars at 'the little patch of green that canines call the toilet.'  Released in 1900 he retired to his country retreat where he became an isolated figure.  His final work, 'The Rime of the Ancient Weimariner' was published in 1903, just before his death from a brief but sarcastic illness.  His will stipulated his remains should be baked in a pie and fed to the food critic of the 'Sunday Times.'
Last words : "Either those curtains go or I shit this bed!"
Name : Portia
Tariff : Farthing per mile
Skills :  Portia was the first Whoredog to realise the benefits of modern automotive technology.  After studying automobile engineering she turned her hand to invention and came up with the now legendary 'Mobile Whorehouse,' a device which allowed her to travel between clients in a noisy but speedy manner, often covering ten to fifteen miles a day.  Soon she built up a profitable route (the 'Milk-me' round) travelling from Stepney to Hackney and onto Brentford ina single day, servicing grateful clients at, and between each stop.  The acquisition of a driver allowed her to entertain gentlemen in a covered wagon at the rear of the vehicle while it was in motion, allowing both speed and discretion, the cornerstones of modern Whoredoggery.      Eventually, technology allowed her to extend her empire as far north as Chelmsford and as far south as Brighton.  The famous 'Travelling Whoredog' was much sought after, and many men lamented their choice of abode if it were a mile adrift of her 'pleasure route.'  Despite Government meddling in 1906 which meant she had to employ yet another dog to walk before her pleasure craft with a red flag, her business prospered and though much copied, her idea saw her enter her golden age still at the apex of her sexual powers.  She passed away in 1911, still working, somewhere between Margate and Brixton.
Final words : "Put a spurt on driver, or I shall be late for Shoeburyness!"
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