Who apart from a handful of Christchurch al fresco prostitutes wouldn't champion the pugilistic heroism of a woman accused of assaulting a prostitute she admitting taking a swipe at, after discovering the prostitute and her client on her property?
OPINION: BQ, which stands for Before Quake, the prostitutes who have a historical attachment to plying their trade on Manchester Street, did so at the CBD end.
After the cordon was imposed the women-of-the-night shifted their stomping ground to the residential Bealey Avenue north end of the street.
This left residents with a mess of unsavoury calling cards, street workers having turned homeowners' front lawns and flower beds into makeshift squalid bordellos.
This has gone on for months but seems to have come to a head after this latest incident, where the homeowner was having a drink on her doorstep when she heard close by sounds of copulation.
Justifiably enraged at having my-home-is-my-castle invaded, a verbal fracas ensued as the prostitute allegedly lunged at the woman who hit back, and was later stunned to be visited by the boys-in-blue investigating an assault charge laid by the prostitute.
Now city councillors are meeting residents and sex workers to find a way through and discover why the prostitutes haven't migrated back to their original mating grounds.
The word on the street, as it were, is that the dilapidated, deserted and eerie CBD is a dangerous place to work in, but sorry - doesn't danger come with the job?
Maybe it's time to take a look at the earnings of street prostitutes.
Perhaps the city council could employ street worker minders armed with pooper scoopers, eftpos machines and GST invoice books to act as aide-de-camps to hookers.
The argument that there will always be street workers because they may not be good-looking enough or too unco-operative to get a job in a brothel could be solved by herding the hookers back into the CBD where they could take their clients to prefabs fitted out with a time-coded door (thus keeping track of taxable trade).
Yes, I'm being a little facetious, but how do you meet the requirements of the Prostitution Reform Act when it conflicts with a council bylaw?
Having an area with dwellings would be one way of solving when the rubber(s) hit the residential-road dilemma.
I've heard of one case where a street prostitute moved her dog and a mattress, surrounded by a circle of romantic Mills & Boon novels, into the Barbadoes Street interdenominational graveyard to do the business.
Her noisy activities backed onto a residential dwelling, provoking the inhabitant to phone police who said they could do nothing because the graveyard was deemed a public space.
The next port of call was the dog pound which sent someone along to extract the dog, prompting the disappearance of the prostitute, and the city council turned up to clean up the midden.
Fittingly the area the prostitute chose to set up her camp in was the dissidents' section.
- The Press