The ones I know of personally were ones I met at bars in NYC when hustler bars were in full swing. One stood out in particular. He had the most engaging innocence and a blond man-boy perfection in his physical appearance. He was in hard times, living on his "trade." In those years escort rates were nowhere near what they are today. While I never engaged him professionally, I enjoyed chatting with him when he wasn't busy. At a later date I saw him again at that same bar. I almost didn't recognize him. He was dressed to the nines and shared with me that he had been taken in by a man of means who had established a substantial independent financial account for him with no strings. I was impressed that he seemed genuinely devoted to his mentor and exuded a glow of inner happiness. On a humorous note, I recall, after he left, the bartender remarked that he was a lousy tipper. I presumed his frugal tipping to be a holdover from his lean times, and that he had no intention of squandering his newfound financial independence.