I have never paid for sex in my life nor do I intend to in the future. It’s not because I find it dirty or sad or immoral. There are worse things in life to spend your money on, such as 12 shots of tequila at 4am in the morning, energy sessions from a holistic life coach or gold-plated Louis Vuitton face masks. Taking a hooker for a ride or hiring an escort for a job is a voluntary choice. It’s entirely in my control and thus perfectly suited to be one of my life principles. Everyone needs something unbreakable, something undeniable, something that’s always true. How else can you keep yourself straight in such a fluid world? If not exchanging money for sexual services may bring that comfort, than so be it, as silly as it may sound.
I wonder who the providers and clients are. We have this image of frustrated, dirty old men with greasy lips visiting human-trafficked girls with big boobs coerced by a pimp. Truth is, I think it could be anyone. I’ve read some articles on sugar mommies and sugar daddies, on strippers hosting online shows during lockdown, on promiscuous Snapchat/TikTok/OnlyFans users who are using a subscription model to sell “premium” aka naughty content to followers. Then I also learnt that there’s a whole industry of selling used panties and what you have not. I imagine the people involved are not awkward figures on the outskirts of society, at least not all of them (but some of them may have their skirts out hahaha). Next time you’re in the gym, just ask yourself, “That girl doing leg raises, is she a lady of pleasure?” or when you’re doing your groceries, “That dude at the check-out, what else did he pay with that credit card?“.
My prostitute-dar is still primitive but underwent some calibration over the years. Night clubs are always tricky. The majority of females dress in a way that exposes more skin than Facebook uncovers fake news. Did my new pheromone-infused perfume work or did her augmented reality glasses just mark “potential customer” on my forehead? Are they really interested in my collection of monuments of the world or is this the chit-chat before talk about price and location? When I open Tinder here, by all means, in a quest for true love and meaningful connection, it looks like Andy in Whorederland. Most of the profiles are catered to selling sex or so-called massages. Telephone numbers are displayed conveniently in pictures and profiles. The bio says “self-employed” or “working in the entertainment industry“. Of course, we also have the photos that contain more curves than a Formula One track and more breathtaking positions than an advanced yoga class. Occasionally I fall into the trap of the more subtle ladies. During the conversation the red flags raise quickly. Then I’ll ask something like “Do you provide services?” . She responds “xxx” . I love taking huge risks in life so I drop the “How much?” line. It’s amazingly cheap and there’s probably still room for negotiation but haven’t bothered to continue.
One thing is certain, pussy follows the money. In certain parts of the world the champagne flows freely and this attracts beautiful and horny bodies from all places. There’s enough supply and enough demand. Everything is happening in plain sight. Plenty of stories of someone who actually doesn’t have an official job or does something like “house sitting“. Yet she appears to live a pretty luxurious lifestyle and wears a designer wardrobe. On the other hand, if you’re working at the bottom of the carnal food chain, you need to finish a lot of customers to survive… But money aside. How do these girls date I wonder, both the brothel sister and the high-end escort. If they have a partner, what kind of dynamic is there in play? There’s the physical part but how do they deal with the emotional labour? Don’t call a hoe just a hoe!
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