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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.

Please, please, gentlemen! Beneath all that ink and "attitude", I am certain there beats a caring heart of gold. He's the kind of lad you can take home to present to your mother with pride. . . just be sure to have the smelling salts handy. "Rub my old bald head, pat the hump on my back, tickle my fancy, tell me you "luv" me for myself and my AMEX Centurion card is yours to cherish!"

https://rentmen.eu/Tatteduptyler "I have a girlfriend and I'm definitely on the DL and really don't have time for games".

I daresay that when Arnold's ass finally hits the floor, the Richter Scale will register a "10".

I will PM you tomorrow as one of the "players" yet lives. . .ah, me, I was a very "pretty piece" myself "back then" with ash blonde locks, a lithe figure and dark brown doe eyes in which one could drown. Well, I have lost my golden locks as an old parrot motes feathers, but there is yet a twinkle in my eyes, fortunately and the lithe figure is yet with me although nothing is quite right in its place. . .gravity, as I have noted, always wins the game in the end.

Physical beauty, personal charm and, indeed, sexual prowess are assets to be exploited for profit. That premise stated, save your nickels, lads, and you will yet be popular in your old age.

If anyone should demand an hourly fee of $2000, it is Ziya.

We need to have a "serious conversation" with our make-up man and our hair stylist...

Avarice in the young and beautiful can be compelling as a "come hither" selling point in their desirability. Fortunately, for me, a classic cheeseburger with a side of fries and a Pepsi has the same allure and serves to satisfy without "buyer's remorse".

Arnold, fifty years or so ago at London...

Given my age, it is the bulge in the pocket not the size of the "package" betweenst the legs that is of prime consideration with potential suitors to my affection.