"I suspect that at this very moment at some downtrodden pay by the hour roadhouse deep within the bowels of the city sits a harlot whose withered privates, a virtual petri dish of social disease, awaits your crabbed member. I'm sure that in addition to the arsenal of prophylactics that she normally carries upon her person in the course of doing business, she has stocked her handbag with diapers in advance in the event that you should feel compelled to defecate into one for her, as has been the pervasive rumor on the street in and around the area of the Quarter." [Cajun Boy in the City]