Market scrawlings

I was selling my wares at the local market earlier, when the urge came upon me to deposit two days of waste into a convenient public toilet-pan. Whilst forcing out a particularly large stool I espied, on the back of the door, lewd sexual remarks of the homosexual kind, mostly pertaining to meeting for good old-fashioned cock action.

Fair play it ain't my bag, but why do they choose such places to advertise and communicate? Where's the romance? Poor buggers.