From Cesare Pavese’s Moon and the Bonfires (pg. 83 of the NYRB edition). I wonder if there is an overarching name for this joke and all its endless variants of target, targeted vice, targeted locale, etc.
Another thing I heard that day was that there was a carriage at Canelli that drove out every so often with three women in it, sometimes four, and these women made a tour of the streets, as far as the Station, as far as Sant’Anna, up and down the highway, buying soft drinks in various places – all this to make a show, to attract clients. Their owner had worked it out, and then whoever had the money and was old enough went into that house at Villanova and slept with one of them.