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Stephen Boyd. Read my memoir, "I Can't Begin to Tell You". Ha, ha, ha. . .

"Retro", perhaps, unless you, as a client, tests positive after a "hire". . .then the thing becomes, unhappily, more likely then not "remorse"; a "shadow" that is with you 24/7 for the balance of your lifetime,

Unfortunately, the reality of the thing is that, probably, it is not uncommon; a "caveat" of any "hire" for the consumer. Of course, there are "providers" who are responsible, "health wise" in doing business; I have the acquaintance of an escort at Paris who is tested on a monthly basis by his own choice for STDs.

The escort has been in business for over a decade. He has disclosed on a public forum that he is HIV postive , and, he has been on an antiviral drug regiment for over a year. Apparently, there was a time when he was HIV positive and not on an antiviral drug; he was not given to regular "testing" for the virus, and, in his promotional literature he listed his HIV status as negative. A client of the escort became aware of the "situation" only when a former "boyfriend" of the escort filed a "public endangerment" complaint on the escort; upon filing of the complaint, the escort located to another state to avoid prosecution. The escort does not disclose his career as an "escort" on the referenced public forum.

In the course of a visit to the home of a friend, a connossieur of "fine cock", on Sunset Plaza Drive at Los Angeles, I took note of a bronze casting of a cock in his collection, a thing marvelous in its size and perfection of proportion, which had a certain familiarity to it. I pondered over it at table, and, as the demitasse service was being laid, it came to me as to the identity of the man whose "manhood" had been immortalized; I made inquiry of my host, and, indeed, the subject had been "LiamV".

His "pecs" are headed toward the pavement; but, you have to give the man a "pat on the back" for industry. . .

I have to ponder as to whether or not a diabetic in want of a slice of frosted chocolate cake from the dessert cart would be in agreement with you.

It is human nature to want that which you cannot have. . .

Done.

With Alfie, "play" is reserved for the bold and very beautiful; paying trolls may look and admire but not touch.

Alfie is as "straight" as Lombard Street at San Francisco: https://rentmen.eu/AlfieBiggs Go with the script. . .

A valid observation, and, too, the escort market is heavily saturated with providers.

Let 'em eat cake. . .

Ha, ha, ha...ain' no dust on you! Certainly, but I will require drinks and dinner at the restaurant of my choice.

As queer as it might seem, that is the way of it...

Gravity wins the game in the end...

Once again, "escorting is a business enterprise" : ten minutes past the appointed hour without notice from the escort, I move on to "backup" and an old-fashioned whiskey cocktail in the bar.

Make certain that any long term health care insurance plan you consider has an inflation adjustment clause; $3000 today might not buy a bed pan in ten years.

"I AM HERE". Thankfully, "I ain't".

https://rentmen.eu/SANDLOT : a handsome, "heavy hung" Latin top with one excellent review, and, one mediocre review with annotation that photographs are dated and not accurate. ?

The bubbles are off the champagne. The "love of my life" is now "Satan's Bitch". Yes, gentlemen, the lad is done with the " relationship" that precluded his career as an escort. And, by the way, he is in need of a battery for his automobile. "Pony up", guys!

Relocated to the Southwest; in a relationship; retired, for the time being, from escorting.

Jacques (1) at the time he was introduced to me at Paris, and, Kai (2) in the here and now. I note a physical resemblance; however, I am long overdue for an ocular examination. Nonetheless, a remarkable recommendation of the escort.

A long-time of my acquaintance of mine recently booked "Kai" at San Francisco and found him to be in his physical appearance and sexual proclivity, the "reincarnation of Jacques de Bascher", notorious in his day, with whom he had several sexual encounters in the 1970s at the time de Bascher was employed as an airline steward, that is, before he became the "darling" of the Jet Set in general and Karl Lagerfeld in particular: https://rentmen.eu/YourGuyKai

In the course of the last decade I have served as the primary caregiver for my mother, my maiden aunt, my bachelor uncle and both of my business partners. My junior business partner deceased after a long, valient struggle with MS; the other, whose sport was polo, following a series of debilitating strokes; my maiden aunt made 100 years of age; my bachelor uncle 98 years of age; my mother deceased, after five years as a hopeless invalid, at the age of 99 last year. None of them ever made complaint of their situation but each called "it" on their own time, and, although very difficult for me, I deferred to their desire, death with a full measure of comfort and dignity, in each circumstance. To have continued them, if you will, in pain and suffering would have been an inhumane act on my part by my thought, and, I am hopeful that some considerate soul will show me the same kindness when the time comes for me to "go home" with due speed.