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"Kissin' Cousins" I presume. . .

"So, Mr. Buzz, you're telling me you bought a pig in the poke. That wasn't very smart, now was it? Sir, you need your mother."

On a wing and a prayer. . .as the pig flies.

Yes, the pig doth fly...

AMEN.

Purloined photographs of a "once upon a time" escort, now almost fifty years of age, and resident at Dallas. Twenty-five years or so ago, he was a "hot item" on the menu at Ft Lauderdale.

Getting back to the escort of reference, he was a "hire" with me at the time he first came to market; he did not disappoint in any aspect of his offering. That stated, although "new" to the business, he was experienced in relying upon the "kindness of strangers", he was apprised as to that which he had to offer betweenst the sheets, and, the price tag on having the pleasure of his company was marked up accordingly ($$$$). Call the hire " costly" or "expensive", it was well worth opening the change purse and pulling out a few "" C" bills.

. Brother, Sister. . .the bank is closed. Dollar General is hiring. Good-bye and good luck.

In my honesty, he is attractive in his physical presentation. . .IMO, of course. Somebody told him he was beautiful; he believed him; and, that is that. . .he is convinced that, given that he is beautiful, there is no need to exert any effort to appear or be "fetching".

In my experience with him, he can be very "grand" in his manner. After all, no one is offering money to you for the pleasure of your company. Popularity in the marketplace fosters hubris, and, more often than not, hubris, in turn, leads to the curb or, sadly, the morgue, in the end.

Every seat on Southwest Airlines is a first-class seat, and, on occasion, a bag of Cheez-Its is the "snack" upgrade over salted peanuts.

Pat my old bald head, rub the hump on my back, tell me you love me for myself and my American Express Centurion Card shall be yours to caress.

In my honesty, he is lithe and "heavy hung" in his physical presentation; I surmise if his want was met, he could deliver a memorable experience betweenst the sheets. However, the lunch interview precluded him being a "hire" with me.

I am saddened for you in your loss.

True. Genetic predisposition + lifestyle choices + "whatever". It is sad, too, that he devoted himself to the " industry" and its allied "arts" and ended up with nothing to show for his endeavour in his bank account.

Escorts with whom I had a long association went on the payroll as, in the course of the hire, I employed them, legitimately, as "personal assistants" collecting and delivering me from and to the airport, driving, valeting, keeping me on schedule to appointments, etc.

The big box of Cheez-Its.

As with my tab for cognac and Cheez-Its, I do not keep an accounting of the cost my vices.

Travel daze...

In making mention of the Rio apartment, I was addressing a lifestyle which, on occasion, nurtures tragedy, not the tragedy in itself.

Pat my old bald head, rub the hump on my back, give me a little sugar, tell me you love me for myself and my American Express Centurion Card shall be yours to caress.

An pied a terre at Rio?!? How very "grand". More often than not, the pursuit of the "tres chic" lifestyle will "bite" you in the worst possible way. Fortunately, we is just simple country folk...poor fellow, may he rest in peace.

$18.00 gets you three premium chicken breasts with rib meat at Winn-Dixie. . .

Well...he could play with my Bre-X Mineral and National Bank of Cuba stocks; the Imperial Russian government bonds are right pretty, and, too, the swamp land down in South Alabama with my blessing.