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I’m drawn to the more ordinary-looking 35+ providers, which buffers the disparity… 
I used to be pretty, once upon a time. 
Respectfulness, hygiene, and humor go a long way to fill the gap. That, and a hefty cash tip. 
 

I’m drawn to the more ordinary-looking 35+ providers, which buffers the disparity… 
I used to be pretty, once upon a time. 
Respectfulness, hygiene, and humor go a long way to fill the gap. That, and a hefty cash tip. 
 

I’m drawn to the more ordinary-looking 35+ providers, which buffers the disparity… 
I used to be pretty, once upon a time. 
Respectfulness, hygiene, and humor go a long way to fill the gap. That, and a hefty cash tip. 
 

I’m drawn to the more ordinary-looking 35+ providers, which buffers the disparity… 
I used to be pretty, once upon a time. 
Respectfulness, hygiene, and humor go a long way to fill the gap. That, and a hefty cash tip. 
 

I’m drawn to the more ordinary-looking 35+ providers, which buffers the disparity… 
I used to be pretty, once upon a time. 
Respectfulness, hygiene, and humor go a long way to fill the gap. That, and a hefty cash tip. 
 

This is it. Be confident, be nice, respectful, clean and turn up on time. Those clients are the best. Doesn’t matter what you look like it’s how you behave that’s important. 

That’s Latin for “we don’t do happy endings.“

Yes I agree. I can’t do outcalls to Essex or Sussex. Visits to clients in Scunthorpe (think about it) and Cockfosters are challenging, and I definitely can’t see anyone in Penistone (South Yorkshire). 

Sounds like Charlie David’s movie Mulligans

I thought about hiring one I can watch as he puts up some shelves. 

 

 

I thought about hiring one I can watch as he puts up some shelves. 

 

 

What escapes me completely is the appeal of these locations in evaluating risk/reward ratio. 
Is either location offering more than their official tourism sites describe? It’s 16hr flight from LA. 
I can visit desert, theme parks and high-end retail on one tank of gas, without fear of reprisal for being myself. I’m sure there are unique experiences to be had, would love to know what they might be. 
 

Talk about the
Wayback Machine…
I was on holiday in Paris. A business acquaintance had referred me to an address in Montmartre. A distinguished man opened the door, and I handed him the both the card of my friend, by way of introduction, along with my own. 
I was shown to a sitting room, comfortable, candle-lit and warm. The gentlemen brought me a whiskey, and asked me to be comfortable and wait for 3 minutes, and left, closing the door behind him. 
It can’t even have been that long before a 20-something man entered from another door that existed behind a bookcase. Tall, hirsute and a little thick, capped off with a Leyendecker face topped with a mop of brown curls. He came over to me, and before I could stand up to look him in the eye and shake his hand, he had shed his robe and pinned me with his lips and chest to the chair. A flurry of mad contact and teasing led to the adjacent bedroom. 
Everything I might have wanted to happen, did, and the fair business concluded with a passionate kiss, a warm hug and a laugh. I saw him only one more time before returning stateside.
It was imperative to sail from Europe the day after, as Archduke Ferdinand had just been assassinated. 
😏

 

My finale takeaways
1. George Russell sure heals fast.
2. Oscar’s haircut distracts in every shot that isn’t him in bed.
3. Why can’t we have seen just one brief happy sex scene with Duke and Gladys? 
4. Bodices for the ladies who sit need to be fit with them seated.
5. I can’t wait to see Carrie Coon return to playing contemporary characters.
 

If I’m paying you $1000/hr, you’re defending me in Federal Court on Murder One. 

I need reassurance that he knows what he’s doing.

I need reassurance that he knows what he’s doing.

What was once easily recognized as satire now blends seamlessly with the bizarre reality of behavioral tolerance today. I’ve loved these broad outrageous genre-spoof comedies since seeing Airplane! in the theater. Once they allow the Studio Legal Dept. to determine what’s funny, the fizz is gone. 

Bottom line: all work environments are, in one way or another, hostile to human beings.
We value personal comfort in a way that is detrimental to discernment of what is dangerous and what is icky. 
“I went to the  
Respect-In-The-Workplace training session, and all I got was this fucking T-shirt”

Talk about the
Wayback Machine…
I was on holiday in Paris. A business acquaintance had referred me to an address in Montmartre. A distinguished man opened the door, and I handed him the both the card of my friend, by way of introduction, along with my own. 
I was shown to a sitting room, comfortable, candle-lit and warm. The gentlemen brought me a whiskey, and asked me to be comfortable and wait for 3 minutes, and left, closing the door behind him. 
It can’t even have been that long before a 20-something man entered from another door that existed behind a bookcase. Tall, hirsute and a little thick, capped off with a Leyendecker face topped with a mop of brown curls. He came over to me, and before I could stand up to look him in the eye and shake his hand, he had shed his robe and pinned me with his lips and chest to the chair. A flurry of mad contact and teasing led to the adjacent bedroom. 
Everything I might have wanted to happen, did, and the fair business concluded with a passionate kiss, a warm hug and a laugh. I saw him only one more time before returning stateside.
It was imperative to sail from Europe the day after, as Archduke Ferdinand had just been assassinated. 
😏

 

I thought about hiring one I can watch as he puts up some shelves. 

 

 

I thought about hiring one I can watch as he puts up some shelves. 

 

 

At one time, I would have checked into the situation.  
Now, I’m happy to shop online and pick up at will-call. 

I only pay escorts to talk about things like NY vs Chicago pizza, conspiracy theories and geology. They insist on having sex with me afterwards for free. Who am I to turn them down? 🤷‍♂️

Bottom line: all work environments are, in one way or another, hostile to human beings.
We value personal comfort in a way that is detrimental to discernment of what is dangerous and what is icky. 
“I went to the  
Respect-In-The-Workplace training session, and all I got was this fucking T-shirt”