The fact that this alleged madam was born in Scotland is not the most interesting thing about her---the guard pig at her country home who chased away a cop and her “friendship” with the Morgan Stanley investor broker helping her finance her new “dating” service and her animal rescue work and her third husband the realtor and once upon a time local football hero and her brother-in-law being a sheriff’s department detective and her bodyguard Sly being a former New York City cop and her four school-aged children and the pro athletes coming in from out of town who knew that for a good time visit Anna’s and her assuring nervous clients that she had sympathetic connections high up in the police department all trump her ethnic heritage in the colorful character department. But I can’t help it.
I hear she’s a Scot and all I can think is “A Scottish brothel?” and I picture tartan wallpaper and tartan curtains and the girls in kilts and a blindfolded bagpiper in the parlor instead of a piano player and Mike Meyers greeting the customers with “If it’s not Scottish, it’s crrrrrrap!”
Och!
And hoot mon!
Here’s an overview of the story from the Times Herald-Record.
Here’s a jailhouse interview she did with the New York Post in which she insists she’s getting a bum rap.
And here’s a localization from the local paper by Steve Israel and Victor Whitman, Remembered fondly, alleged madam’s husband grew up in Livingston Manor.
A clip from the discarded sneak preview footage of 'Casablanca' ---
RICK: I heard a story once - as a matter of fact, I've heard a lot of stories in my time. They went along with the sound of a tinny bagpipe playing in the parlor downstairs. "Mister, I met a man once when I was a kid," it always began.
Posted by: chachabowl | Saturday, March 10, 2012 at 06:57 PM