When I lived in Vegas I saw both sides. There are sad stories and good stories from the trade. It all depends just like any other business how the 'owner' treats the business. Do they subcontract out, or freelance.
The sad ones I knew all had 'problems' and were soon walking the streets instead of the clubs and casinos, or the houses in Parhump. Others I knew were school teachers, wives helping out the family, etc from other states. The'd come to Vegas for a few months make what they need and go home.
Knew the owner of a totally nude club and he treated his girls with great respect, helped them get degrees. He hated abortions and if one of his girls got pg he'd give her the option of living on his ranch, having the baby and keeping the child with his help, or adoption. Did everything he could to stop them from having the abortion, if they decided to go with it he'd pay for it and keep them at his ranch until they decided what to do with themselves.
And like any business if you go into it fucked up and not knowing how to succeed you'll only wind up the worse off.
My wife wanted to do it to help out with our bills once, but she was too fucked up from former parental abuse and I vetoed it. If she hadn't been I would have had no problem with it.
To all the Lush ladies and gents that have done it and been successful my hats off to your abilities to be successful.
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There is never any telling where that dollar, that Andrew Jackson (who was a fucking bigot racist), that quarter, has been, Money is generally nasty as hell. Read an article once about the percentage of bills that had traces of cocaine and other drugs on them. I forgot what it was, but it was a surprisingly substantial percentage.
So wash your hands or use hand sanitizer a lot!
So wash your hands or use hand sanitizer a lot!
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This also makes me ask if indeed sexually transmitted germs can be had by ways other than sex. But it is called "sexually transmitted" for that very reason - sex. Just imagine if they were easily transmitted by touching things like money, shaking hands, etc., we all would be in a lot of trouble, because we all are eating or touching our selves after shaking hands, handling money, touching door handles and faucets that have been touched by others.
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Back in 1983-84 I was studying to be a journalist at the University of Melbourne. For 15 months I worked 2 nights at a waitress to help fund my school fees and my shared accommodation. After the restaurant burnt down mid June in 1983, I was out of a job and needed money badly. One of the 3 women I was living with was a prostitute and a very nice person, may I add. She helped me get a job working 2 nights a week in a massage parlour as documented in some of my stories.
For some 15 months I did massage work which nearly always involved sex of some kind as well as some escort work which really paid big. I always kept my dignity, I always cleaned myself between clients and used protection whenever possible. I knew the risks that I was taking and luckily for me, the outcome was favourable. My experience in that line of work helped in my favour when it came to winning my future husband.
While some women work in such in an industry, please don't judge all sex workers with one brush. I was not into drugs, nor would I ever do any kinky stuff like torture. Some women work there purely to support their children who have been deserted by their husbands or whose husbands have died. They have sacrificed part of their life to benefit their children. I feel for these women and applaud them.
While not the choice of my professions, I can hold my head high for what I did back in those days and I support the women who were/are in my position back then. Play by the rules, keep clean and be hygienic and stay off drugs. I never felt any guilt from taking money from clients, especially the rich politicians and overseas diplomats where you could earn $10,000 a night.
These are my thoughts on the matter for paying prostitutes from a person who used to be in that business.
There is an interesting story I can tell.
I used to follow threads online about legal brothels in the state of Nevada. Prostitution is illegal in the big cities (Vegas, Reno, Carson City and the counties they are in - Carson City is independent, so don't bite me), but legal in counties with populations under a certain population. Nevada has a respectably large population but 90-plus percent live in those three areas so there's lots of small towns and some have legal brothels. One guy from Barrow, Alaska (I'm not making this up), who was married and a dad, would still visit the ranches at every opportunity. They got tired of living at the top of the world, and guess where they moved. The wife actually got a job as one of the ranch "girls" for a while. I got t corresponding with her and a co-worker at the same ranch, and one weekend just flew out and visited them both. I didn't have them both together, and in fact I met the second woman on the afternoon before the big night. She showed up for work in civilian clothes, invited me to her room and chatted with me while she got dressed up. When I showed up, I saw the woman who was the wife -- the only time I've knowingly had sex with a married woman. (The other lady was busy so, after our hour together, the wife and I waited in the parlor for the other woman to have time for a sex session.)
That couple divorced a few years later. Not sure were the wife and kids went. The husband worked as a reviewer and moderator for a Website about the houses. The one I went to was for middle-class incomes an middle-class tastes. I went over to the place that was made famous by its own Website, and it was way too highbrow -- if you have to ask the price, you can't afford it.
I visited women a lot in my 20s and 30s. This visit was nearly the last one I made. The thrill was gone by then. It wasn't the women's fault, I just wanted something they couldn't give. I knew some people who were gravely addicted (I didn't catch anything from them and I think the ones I knew eventually got into recovery), and had an appalling experience where I learned AFTER the fact that the woman was a lesbian. Words can't describe my shock and how much I fell over myself apologizing to her. Sex just ceased to be fun at all. I don't know how people, any people, enjoy it.
I don't criticize people for their sex lives. I'm glad for them.
difficult ... if u r working in a garage yr hands r always dirty for the day aren't they??? .. so u wouldn't be off washing them every visit she made... as I read in other postings.. money is all pretty grotty anyway.. who knows where it has all been?.. and we r all pretty right as far as health and handling it goes.. so I shouldn't worry..
maybe she likes u and that is why she comes to change it all the time
maybe she likes u and that is why she comes to change it all the time
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Back in 1983-84 I was studying to be a journalist at the University of Melbourne. For 15 months I worked 2 nights at a waitress to help fund my school fees and my shared accommodation. After the restaurant burnt down mid June in 1983, I was out of a job and needed money badly. One of the 3 women I was living with was a prostitute and a very nice person, may I add. She helped me get a job working 2 nights a week in a massage parlour as documented in some of my stories.
For some 15 months I did massage work which nearly always involved sex of some kind as well as some escort work which really paid big. I always kept my dignity, I always cleaned myself between clients and used protection whenever possible. I knew the risks that I was taking and luckily for me, the outcome was favourable. My experience in that line of work helped in my favour when it came to winning my future husband.
While some women work in such in an industry, please don't judge all sex workers with one brush. I was not into drugs, nor would I ever do any kinky stuff like torture. Some women work there purely to support their children who have been deserted by their husbands or whose husbands have died. They have sacrificed part of their life to benefit their children. I feel for these women and applaud them.
While not the choice of my professions, I can hold my head high for what I did back in those days and I support the women who were/are in my position back then. Play by the rules, keep clean and be hygienic and stay off drugs. I never felt any guilt from taking money from clients, especially the rich politicians and overseas diplomats where you could earn $10,000 a night.
These are my thoughts on the matter for paying prostitutes from a person who used to be in that business.
what a wonderful post
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There is an interesting story I can tell.
I used to follow threads online about legal brothels in the state of Nevada. Prostitution is illegal in the big cities (Vegas, Reno, Carson City and the counties they are in - Carson City is independent, so don't bite me), but legal in counties with populations under a certain population. Nevada has a respectably large population but 90-plus percent live in those three areas so there's lots of small towns and some have legal brothels. One guy from Barrow, Alaska (I'm not making this up), who was married and a dad, would still visit the ranches at every opportunity. They got tired of living at the top of the world, and guess where they moved. The wife actually got a job as one of the ranch "girls" for a while. I got t corresponding with her and a co-worker at the same ranch, and one weekend just flew out and visited them both. I didn't have them both together, and in fact I met the second woman on the afternoon before the big night. She showed up for work in civilian clothes, invited me to her room and chatted with me while she got dressed up. When I showed up, I saw the woman who was the wife -- the only time I've knowingly had sex with a married woman. (The other lady was busy so, after our hour together, the wife and I waited in the parlor for the other woman to have time for a sex session.)
That couple divorced a few years later. Not sure were the wife and kids went. The husband worked as a reviewer and moderator for a Website about the houses. The one I went to was for middle-class incomes an middle-class tastes. I went over to the place that was made famous by its own Website, and it was way too highbrow -- if you have to ask the price, you can't afford it.
I visited women a lot in my 20s and 30s. This visit was nearly the last one I made. The thrill was gone by then. It wasn't the women's fault, I just wanted something they couldn't give. I knew some people who were gravely addicted (I didn't catch anything from them and I think the ones I knew eventually got into recovery), and had an appalling experience where I learned AFTER the fact that the woman was a lesbian. Words can't describe my shock and how much I fell over myself apologizing to her. Sex just ceased to be fun at all. I don't know how people, any people, enjoy it.
I don't criticize people for their sex lives. I'm glad for them.
You feel very guilty. Maybe even toxic shame..
But did you enjoy sex before you found out?
I'm sorry you don't enjoy sex anymore though..xx that's sad..
You are a very kind man.
I'm glad we are friends.
,
To daddysweetheart, to Hayley, to TraceyAmes and to some women who had sex and got compensated in various ways for it (and to some other women who are my friends):
My logic can be really strange at times, but the bad experiences left me with a feeling that sex was wrong under any and all circumstances -- up to and including creating life. Now if everybody believed that, the human race would be extinct by the end of this century. So I'm better off believing that by myself.
There are some advantages in me applying that kind of rule. I love human companionship, but I'm only going to take it so far. That means I avoid sexually harassing people. That's cruelty in my book, and a lot of people would agree with me. I'm not going to exploit people who aren't grown up yet. (I firmly believe there is no magic date when a person becomes an adult and has the thoughts and sensibilities of one. Some people act and think rationally like adults before they have drivers' licenses. Others will get Alzheimer's disease, and not early onset, before they think and act like grownups, if drugs and reckless behavior doesn't plow them under first.) I also harbor an intense wish to AVOID breaking up happy and loving relationships. There are a few other things I can think of as well.
"But all have sinned and come short of the glory of God." Have I spent money for sex that was fun at the time but led to no real reward? Yep. Am I a porn addict? Sadly, yes. Has sex hurt friendships I have had? Yes. Have I coveted somebody's wife or girlfriend? Yes. Have I been a jealous boyfriend? Yes. Have I made irrational decisions because of lust? Do I have a child somewhere whom I don't even know, from a past relationship or an accident with a woman? (I have no idea. I don't think so because I've never been told. But if I did, the mother must really want to keep me from knowing.) There are some things I haven't mentioned to anybody. I thank God that none of those things resulted in permanent harm to anyone else, but I curse myself for having done them. There have even been instances where people have indulged twisted fantasies on me jut because I existed. I won't chronicle them but it's like I was asking for "it" nonetheless.
Put them together and I have a pretty long catalogue of sexual sins that I have committed, and thus I am as guilty as the next person. How can I judge anybody? Some people do some things I wouldn't do and wouldn't ask them to do in my presence. Looking at and reading lesbian porn is a fantasy. Watching two women have sex together, I'd slip out the door and shut it at once. Some people get great pleasure from (consensual) BDSM, it's completely off my radar. Ditto male-male love and contact. I don't want to experience it, don't want to witness it. Some (a lot?) of people enjoy stories where a young woman gets pregnant, usually not within a legal marriage as courts define it (i.e., blood-kin relationships). Lots of people love to became moms and dads in life. So far, I'm not one of them and am scared half to death of it.
I do a lot of asking on how women get pleasure, in a sincere (if possibly misguided) belief that women can please men better if a man and woman trust each other enough to share their likes. I learn the subtleties of pleasing you, you learn the subtleties of pleasing me. That's mostly for filing away in the mind, for a romantic story where the couple has true love in common and can share anything. That sounds difficult in real life and I bet it is. It's compounded by the feeling, which I've stated too many times, that I thought I was in true love and wasn't, and never have been.
Don't attack ANY of my friends on here. I have a long memory and a creative mind. Often the trolls fall into their own sinkhole as I watch, waving goodbye to them with my middle finger. There are other ways to let them know they really messed up and are going to be really sorry, and I can find them. If a friend and I just can't agree, the friendship ends quietly, no fuss, hopefully no rancor. If it lasts, both sides will be glad.
My logic can be really strange at times, but the bad experiences left me with a feeling that sex was wrong under any and all circumstances -- up to and including creating life. Now if everybody believed that, the human race would be extinct by the end of this century. So I'm better off believing that by myself.
There are some advantages in me applying that kind of rule. I love human companionship, but I'm only going to take it so far. That means I avoid sexually harassing people. That's cruelty in my book, and a lot of people would agree with me. I'm not going to exploit people who aren't grown up yet. (I firmly believe there is no magic date when a person becomes an adult and has the thoughts and sensibilities of one. Some people act and think rationally like adults before they have drivers' licenses. Others will get Alzheimer's disease, and not early onset, before they think and act like grownups, if drugs and reckless behavior doesn't plow them under first.) I also harbor an intense wish to AVOID breaking up happy and loving relationships. There are a few other things I can think of as well.
"But all have sinned and come short of the glory of God." Have I spent money for sex that was fun at the time but led to no real reward? Yep. Am I a porn addict? Sadly, yes. Has sex hurt friendships I have had? Yes. Have I coveted somebody's wife or girlfriend? Yes. Have I been a jealous boyfriend? Yes. Have I made irrational decisions because of lust? Do I have a child somewhere whom I don't even know, from a past relationship or an accident with a woman? (I have no idea. I don't think so because I've never been told. But if I did, the mother must really want to keep me from knowing.) There are some things I haven't mentioned to anybody. I thank God that none of those things resulted in permanent harm to anyone else, but I curse myself for having done them. There have even been instances where people have indulged twisted fantasies on me jut because I existed. I won't chronicle them but it's like I was asking for "it" nonetheless.
Put them together and I have a pretty long catalogue of sexual sins that I have committed, and thus I am as guilty as the next person. How can I judge anybody? Some people do some things I wouldn't do and wouldn't ask them to do in my presence. Looking at and reading lesbian porn is a fantasy. Watching two women have sex together, I'd slip out the door and shut it at once. Some people get great pleasure from (consensual) BDSM, it's completely off my radar. Ditto male-male love and contact. I don't want to experience it, don't want to witness it. Some (a lot?) of people enjoy stories where a young woman gets pregnant, usually not within a legal marriage as courts define it (i.e., blood-kin relationships). Lots of people love to became moms and dads in life. So far, I'm not one of them and am scared half to death of it.
I do a lot of asking on how women get pleasure, in a sincere (if possibly misguided) belief that women can please men better if a man and woman trust each other enough to share their likes. I learn the subtleties of pleasing you, you learn the subtleties of pleasing me. That's mostly for filing away in the mind, for a romantic story where the couple has true love in common and can share anything. That sounds difficult in real life and I bet it is. It's compounded by the feeling, which I've stated too many times, that I thought I was in true love and wasn't, and never have been.
Don't attack ANY of my friends on here. I have a long memory and a creative mind. Often the trolls fall into their own sinkhole as I watch, waving goodbye to them with my middle finger. There are other ways to let them know they really messed up and are going to be really sorry, and I can find them. If a friend and I just can't agree, the friendship ends quietly, no fuss, hopefully no rancor. If it lasts, both sides will be glad.
To daddysweetheart, to Hayley, to TraceyAmes and to some women who had sex and got compensated in various ways for it (and to some other women who are my friends):
My logic can be really strange at times, but the bad experiences left me with a feeling that sex was wrong under any and all circumstances -- up to and including creating life. Now if everybody believed that, the human race would be extinct by the end of this century. So I'm better off believing that by myself.
There are some advantages in me applying that kind of rule. I love human companionship, but I'm only going to take it so far. That means I avoid sexually harassing people. That's cruelty in my book, and a lot of people would agree with me. I'm not going to exploit people who aren't grown up yet. (I firmly believe there is no magic date when a person becomes an adult and has the thoughts and sensibilities of one. Some people act and think rationally like adults before they have drivers' licenses. Others will get Alzheimer's disease, and not early onset, before they think and act like grownups, if drugs and reckless behavior doesn't plow them under first.) I also harbor an intense wish to AVOID breaking up happy and loving relationships. There are a few other things I can think of as well.
"But all have sinned and come short of the glory of God." Have I spent money for sex that was fun at the time but led to no real reward? Yep. Am I a porn addict? Sadly, yes. Has sex hurt friendships I have had? Yes. Have I coveted somebody's wife or girlfriend? Yes. Have I been a jealous boyfriend? Yes. Have I made irrational decisions because of lust? Do I have a child somewhere whom I don't even know, from a past relationship or an accident with a woman? (I have no idea. I don't think so because I've never been told. But if I did, the mother must really want to keep me from knowing.) There are some things I haven't mentioned to anybody. I thank God that none of those things resulted in permanent harm to anyone else, but I curse myself for having done them. There have even been instances where people have indulged twisted fantasies on me jut because I existed. I won't chronicle them but it's like I was asking for "it" nonetheless.
Put them together and I have a pretty long catalogue of sexual sins that I have committed, and thus I am as guilty as the next person. How can I judge anybody? Some people do some things I wouldn't do and wouldn't ask them to do in my presence. Looking at and reading lesbian porn is a fantasy. Watching two women have sex together, I'd slip out the door and shut it at once. Some people get great pleasure from (consensual) BDSM, it's completely off my radar. Ditto male-male love and contact. I don't want to experience it, don't want to witness it. Some (a lot?) of people enjoy stories where a young woman gets pregnant, usually not within a legal marriage as courts define it (i.e., blood-kin relationships). Lots of people love to became moms and dads in life. So far, I'm not one of them and am scared half to death of it.
I do a lot of asking on how women get pleasure, in a sincere (if possibly misguided) belief that women can please men better if a man and woman trust each other enough to share their likes. I learn the subtleties of pleasing you, you learn the subtleties of pleasing me. That's mostly for filing away in the mind, for a romantic story where the couple has true love in common and can share anything. That sounds difficult in real life and I bet it is. It's compounded by the feeling, which I've stated too many times, that I thought I was in true love and wasn't, and never have been.
Don't attack ANY of my friends on here. I have a long memory and a creative mind. Often the trolls fall into their own sinkhole as I watch, waving goodbye to them with my middle finger. There are other ways to let them know they really messed up and are going to be really sorry, and I can find them. If a friend and I just can't agree, the friendship ends quietly, no fuss, hopefully no rancor. If it lasts, both sides will be glad.
My logic can be really strange at times, but the bad experiences left me with a feeling that sex was wrong under any and all circumstances -- up to and including creating life. Now if everybody believed that, the human race would be extinct by the end of this century. So I'm better off believing that by myself.
There are some advantages in me applying that kind of rule. I love human companionship, but I'm only going to take it so far. That means I avoid sexually harassing people. That's cruelty in my book, and a lot of people would agree with me. I'm not going to exploit people who aren't grown up yet. (I firmly believe there is no magic date when a person becomes an adult and has the thoughts and sensibilities of one. Some people act and think rationally like adults before they have drivers' licenses. Others will get Alzheimer's disease, and not early onset, before they think and act like grownups, if drugs and reckless behavior doesn't plow them under first.) I also harbor an intense wish to AVOID breaking up happy and loving relationships. There are a few other things I can think of as well.
"But all have sinned and come short of the glory of God." Have I spent money for sex that was fun at the time but led to no real reward? Yep. Am I a porn addict? Sadly, yes. Has sex hurt friendships I have had? Yes. Have I coveted somebody's wife or girlfriend? Yes. Have I been a jealous boyfriend? Yes. Have I made irrational decisions because of lust? Do I have a child somewhere whom I don't even know, from a past relationship or an accident with a woman? (I have no idea. I don't think so because I've never been told. But if I did, the mother must really want to keep me from knowing.) There are some things I haven't mentioned to anybody. I thank God that none of those things resulted in permanent harm to anyone else, but I curse myself for having done them. There have even been instances where people have indulged twisted fantasies on me jut because I existed. I won't chronicle them but it's like I was asking for "it" nonetheless.
Put them together and I have a pretty long catalogue of sexual sins that I have committed, and thus I am as guilty as the next person. How can I judge anybody? Some people do some things I wouldn't do and wouldn't ask them to do in my presence. Looking at and reading lesbian porn is a fantasy. Watching two women have sex together, I'd slip out the door and shut it at once. Some people get great pleasure from (consensual) BDSM, it's completely off my radar. Ditto male-male love and contact. I don't want to experience it, don't want to witness it. Some (a lot?) of people enjoy stories where a young woman gets pregnant, usually not within a legal marriage as courts define it (i.e., blood-kin relationships). Lots of people love to became moms and dads in life. So far, I'm not one of them and am scared half to death of it.
I do a lot of asking on how women get pleasure, in a sincere (if possibly misguided) belief that women can please men better if a man and woman trust each other enough to share their likes. I learn the subtleties of pleasing you, you learn the subtleties of pleasing me. That's mostly for filing away in the mind, for a romantic story where the couple has true love in common and can share anything. That sounds difficult in real life and I bet it is. It's compounded by the feeling, which I've stated too many times, that I thought I was in true love and wasn't, and never have been.
Don't attack ANY of my friends on here. I have a long memory and a creative mind. Often the trolls fall into their own sinkhole as I watch, waving goodbye to them with my middle finger. There are other ways to let them know they really messed up and are going to be really sorry, and I can find them. If a friend and I just can't agree, the friendship ends quietly, no fuss, hopefully no rancor. If it lasts, both sides will be glad.
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There is never any telling where that dollar, that Andrew Jackson (who was a fucking bigot racist), that quarter, has been, Money is generally nasty as hell. Read an article once about the percentage of bills that had traces of cocaine and other drugs on them. I forgot what it was, but it was a surprisingly substantial percentage.
So wash your hands or use hand sanitizer a lot!
Kind of wish The Gipper would replace Old Hickory on the $20 bill. Jackson accomplished a lot of things in office, but his appalling temper and his dictatorial tendencies (and him passing all his troubles onto Martin Van Buren, who couldn't handle any of them) made him a pretty damned bad President. At least Reagan was conciliatory and got along with his rivals.
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Haven't seen her in a few weeks, gossip on the street is she's jail but no one knows why.
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The fact is, all money is dirty. It is probably one of the dirtiest things. Along with car keys and cell phones. Since you know without a doubt the money is dirty when exchanging it, just wash your hands afterwards or tell her you can't do it anymore. But, I think that would be silly. All money is dirty, you just happen to know how this money is dirty. Wash your hands and move on.
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Haven't seen her in a few weeks, gossip on the street is she's jail but no one knows why.
Take a good guess maybe?
Anyway, it's no big surprise that money is extemely filthy . Been viewed that way ever since i was a kid. Hand washing is the number one way to prevent and safeguard against infections and viruses . when in public and and and touch anything, always wash your hands. whether it be public drinking fountains/ restroom door handles food products on store shelves etc.... you have no idea whose runny nosed, cold/flu virus infected kid handled/slobbered/sneezed over that box of captain crunch and put it back on the shelf before you purchsed it. Yes, kids are indeed germ factories.
But thats how it works generally. Sick people touch things , you come along and touch things that sick people touched and you didn't wash your hands. Now you're infected with a virus from some stranger and you bring it home to your family and expose them to it . Good job
plus if you have cuts/open wounds on your hands , always keep then covered with bandages to avoid exposure to bacteria and viruses.
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Take a good guess maybe?
Anyway, it's no big surprise that money is extemely filthy . Been viewed that way ever since i was a kid. Hand washing is the number one way to prevent and safeguard against infections and viruses . when in public and and and touch anything, always wash your hands. whether it be public drinking fountains/ restroom door handles food products on store shelves etc.... you have no idea whose runny nosed, cold/flu virus infected kid handled/slobbered over that box of captain crunch and put it back on the shelf before you purchsed it. Yes, kids are indeed germ factories.
It isn't the obvious answer of prostitution, she'd be back out already. She did or got caught doing something worse, I've heard she assaulted someone but that hasn't been verified. Also heard about something with drugs. No one knows the real reason, lots of guesses but nothing verified. She's been MIA for a while now, if it were just selling sex she'd be back. And she'd be in the city jail and not shipped off to state or parish prison.
When the debate is lost, slander becomes the tool of the loser. Socrates
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It isn't the obvious answer of prostitution, she'd be back out already. She did or got caught doing something worse, I've heard she assaulted someone but that hasn't been verified. Also heard about something with drugs. No one knows the real reason, lots of guesses but nothing verified. She's been MIA for a while now, if it were just selling sex she'd be back. And she'd be in the city jail and not shipped off to state or parish prison.
If not the prostitution then yes, drugs would be a good guess. or maybe she just found a better/ more beneficial spot for herself?
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Quote by TraceyAmes
Back in 1983-84 I was studying to be a journalist at the University of Melbourne. For 15 months I worked 2 nights at a waitress to help fund my school fees and my shared accommodation. After the restaurant burnt down mid June in 1983, I was out of a job and needed money badly. One of the 3 women I was living with was a prostitute and a very nice person, may I add. She helped me get a job working 2 nights a week in a massage parlour as documented in some of my stories.
For some 15 months I did massage work which nearly always involved sex of some kind as well as some escort work which really paid big. I always kept my dignity, I always cleaned myself between clients and used protection whenever possible. I knew the risks that I was taking and luckily for me, the outcome was favourable. My experience in that line of work helped in my favour when it came to winning my future husband.
While some women work in such in an industry, please don't judge all sex workers with one brush. I was not into drugs, nor would I ever do any kinky stuff like torture. Some women work there purely to support their children who have been deserted by their husbands or whose husbands have died. They have sacrificed part of their life to benefit their children. I feel for these women and applaud them.
While not the choice of my professions, I can hold my head high for what I did back in those days and I support the women who were/are in my position back then. Play by the rules, keep clean and be hygienic and stay off drugs. I never felt any guilt from taking money from clients, especially the rich politicians and overseas diplomats where you could earn $10,000 a night.
These are my thoughts on the matter for paying prostitutes from a person who used to be in that business.
Tracey - what a wonderful post. In my past I could have very easily done what you have done but never had the 'guts' to do it. Sex to me is a wonderful experience and I have and still do enjoy every moment and hope it continues forever. Having my 5 other friends who benefit from my passion as I do from theirs, we enjoy the pleasures of bisexual sex together frequently. I could never be monagomous. In my past I have shared the joy of sex with many but never prostituted myself. I have managed to bring my problem more or less under control. Now I enjoy my sex only with people that I respect, who have similar feelings and desires as I do. It has been a hard road at times.
Thank you for being honest and open with your adventures in life here - I enjoy every experience you have recounted here.
In my job I meet a few girls who are high class call girls - I would not call them prostitutes as I see them as women fulfilling a need and providing a service that is obviously required and desired. Yes they do it for the money including the pleasures they can and do provide for men and other women. I respect them for what they are. One woman I know well is middle aged and is paying for her two children to receive a univertsity education and they have no idea of her profession. To me she is a far better woman than my mother was to me. We occasionally share a coffee and I hear some of her tales of the rich and famous who she has entertained. No doubt you have many stories to tell and in time we may hear some more.
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money is filthy,food is tainted we can't live without being bombarded by germs .Use sanitizer or wash your hands and be happy you're doing something nice