This anecdote from My Neighbors Are Hoors sounds like something you’d catch a drunken sailor singing about:

I asked the taxi driver one last thing.

“Now,” says I. “I’ve heard a rumour of a one legged hoor down at the harbour. Is this true?”

I’ve heard this for a few years now and always thought it was just a rumour, but…

“Oh aye. There certainly is. Her ma wheels her down and leaves here there. She just sits with a short skirt and a bottle to keep her warm.”

What’s more, I’ll bet she makes the odd stump fetishist very happy.