Even the most diehard “pull yourself together” type conservative wouldn’t like what happened to a homeless man I know yesterday. Sean is one of the saner and more articulate individuals who frequents the Catholic Worker and University Soup Kitchen on most days to eat. He’s that guy who makes you wonder “how the hell did this man end up homeless?”
Anyway…Sean was copping some z’s on the D train – recumbent and in repose – when at 8 AM as the train pulled into the West 4th station – a bunch of kids on their way to school maced him for sport. This I know to be true because Sean’s eyes were red and puffy…and he was carrying a bottle of distilled water an EMT had given him at the scene when he stumbled onto the platform screaming bloody murder. Continue Reading
I saw it in real time (pun intended). While BILL MAHER was interviewing a republican senator from Nebraska, the legislator invited Bill to come to his home state with this exact quote: “We’d love to have you work in the fields with us.” Flabbergasted by the senator’s odd overture, Bill responded with about what I expected: “Work in the fields?!?! Senator! I’m a house nigger!”
I knew right then there was gonna be a shitstorm behind what Bill had said. And a somewhat unfair one at that. Anybody who watches his show knows that Afro-Americans, women and even republicans are fairly represented in his presentation. Maher doesn’t discriminate. And what some people don’t know (but I do) is that the talk show host dates almost exclusively out of his own race – with women of color as it turns out. I’m sure Maher has the same prejudices that we all do. Let’s get real. But Bill Maher does not hate black people – pure and simple. Yet now that he used that sensitive word, people think differently – and the man is on the defensive. Some are even calling for HBO to cancel his show – which in my opinion would be 100 times as outrageous as his unfortunate slip. Continue Reading
I can’t imagine that being born with a severe congenital infirmity could ever have an upside. But the human spirit knows no bounds in some of what many people would view as a hopeless circumstance. Enter an escort I once photographed and the steady customer who called for her on numerous occasions through her low-rent Brooklyn outcall employer.
As I’m sure I’ve mentioned before, part of my job at Action Magazine was to carry my camera (their camera, actually) everywhere I went to take pictures of every client who would allow herself to be photographed for the publication. The boss’s rag boasted “over 200 girls you can meet today” (or something like that) on the cover and he wanted the sales guys to supply a constant stream of new images to keep his book fresh. Continue Reading
Y’all might recall that a while back, Dollar Bill’s Paint Job Masker (if only this were in print) came up at the top of page 1 if you googled escorts NY, NY. And just as mysteriously as that happened, I disappeared not only from page 1 but 2,3,4 and 5 to rank 50th or so when I had been # 1.
So now that there are no New York escorts anywhere to be found on the site, I checked just to see if I had completely disappeared and guess what. There I was…#4 on page 1. I’d like for one of you SEO experts to explain exactly how that happens. I know Google’s algorithm is a big secret that only the top employees understand fully. But come on!
Moving on…I checked out a morning show of ALIEN THE COVENANT yesterday, and while the flick had some merit, I have to admit it’s pretty much more of the same. I mean…how many times can you watch an alien attach itself to a dude’s face or break out of his body and still be surprised? The answer is zero for this guy. But given the special effects, scenery, reclining leather seat, and the fact that I saw the film free with an AMC gift card a Coalition For the Homeless executive gave me for being such an exemplary volunteer…I’d have to say the movie was worth checking out. Continue Reading
Unknown to most people who haven’t been through the ordeal is the statistic that 97% of federal cases end in plea bargains. And there are a few good reasons for that. Take my case for example. Here’s how it was presented to me: I could plead to tax fraud and get 35% of my money back with the possibility of receiving probation only and no prison time…or go to trial, in which case I might get a healthy 80% returned were I victorious. But if I lost, I could serve 5 years in the slam and lose almost everything. Win or lose, the legal bill would be an additional 250 k minimum. What would you do? And now you know why 97% of federal cases don’t go to trial.
Once the plea deal is signed, the next phase is the pre-sentencing interview (PSI). This step is considered of paramount importance. In fact, many defendants bring their lawyers along to ensure they don’t say the wrong thing. My attorney charges $525/hour not just to attend – but to commute from New Jersey as well! With a legal bill which is already in the neighborhood of 100 k, I let him sit this one out! Continue Reading
Several individuals have either commented, written in, or asked me personally why I deleted the local sidebar ads observing that having that content didn’t strike them as being against the law. My answer is always that the legality is a secondary consideration. The DA requested that I kill the ads – the implication being that if I valued my freedom, it might be a good idea to divest my site of those photos. But it wasn’t always that way.
Initially, I was told to continue writing as if the IRS hadn’t contacted me and seized almost all of my life savings – and the Fed wasn’t pursuing a case against me. After a couple of years and with a plea deal in place (though not signed), I asked how they felt about the blog at that juncture. I wanted to make sure we were still good. The answer was that just so I didn’t talk about the girls, it was ok to keep the ads on the sidebar if I paid income tax on the revenue the ads generated. Continue Reading
I love the Yahoo news homepage not because it’s so highbrow and informative (which it clearly isn’t)…but because it almost always gives me some silly fluff upon which I can pontificate. And today’s mindless muck comes from a story in the New York Post about a girl who gets to see the world in exchange for allowing anybody with a plane ticket to an exotic destination access to her nether regions.
The physical appearance of the poster girl for this story is hardly foreign to any of us. We’ve seen hundreds of women who look just like her on adult directory sites. But rather than say…travel 50 blocks to an outcall, she flies around the world essentially doing exactly what an escort does. The only difference is that she trades in the cash payment for an expensive vacation. Exactly how is that not prostitution – at lea..st in the narrow definition of the word? If prostitution is defined as selling sex for money, wouldn’t it follow that selling sex for something that would cost money is the same thing? Continue Reading
Well fellerz…as promised to the DA, June 1 has come and all the ads are gone. After over 20 years of selling advertising for escorts, I have effectively retired. It was a hell of a run. From dog shit cab driver to multi-millionaire ad whore in 15 years. If you’d told me in 1996 what my future held, I’d have thought you were out of your mind.
I guess at this juncture I should thank the federal government for leaving me enough of my fortune to live the rest of my life in comfort…though there were (and might be more) moments I felt like prey to predators who enjoyed the process. Continue Reading
A THING OF THE PAST!
Even after observing the metamorpheses in the escort biz and attendant adult ad service industry for 19 years, I’ve never grown bored with their evolution. Especially when it comes to the Asian community.
Back when I started my employment at Action Magazine, New York boasted only a few Asian places, almost all of which offered a dozen or so attendants none of whom I found attractive in the least. Each place had literally rows of small cubicles and a big, burly security guard who kept the peace. Servicing 100 guys per day wasn’t extraordinary. The joints reminded me more of K Mart than Saks or a Madison Avenue specialty boutique. Continue Reading
After graduating from college in 1971, I backpacked around Europe before heading south to New Orleans for post graduate study. During that summer, I spent a day with a guy named Elliot as my homey and parted ways to (presumably) never see him again. That was the way hippies traveled back then.
One night maybe 6 months later, I walked into a juke joint named Eddie Price’s in New Orleans and who did I run into? You got it. Elliot. We caught up for an hour or two and then parted never to meet again. Two years later, I stopped at the 6th Avenue and 8th Street Nathan’s for a hot dog around 1 AM one night and guess who I run into. I don’t have to tell you at this point. Continue Reading
In an odd piece of Yahoo news a few days ago, it was revealed by on-air Las Vegas traffic girl DEMETRIA OBILOR, that a viewer had tweeted a racist comment about her natural curls being dirty, unkempt and smelly. Obilitor is bi-racial and not blessed naturally with the long, straight, lustrous hair this idiot feels is indicative of a woman worth getting close to. To this man I have this to say:
“Dude! You look at this woman and all you can see and feel is how nasty and odorific her hair must be?” Hey! Let’s assume that I’m as racist as the next guy – just for fun. What I see when I look at Demetria is a heaping helping of feminine pulchritude. And as a matter of fact, I like her hair. That’s not to malign woman of color who spend a near fortune on weaves so they can have that iconic straight hair. But it’s nice to see a black woman go natural. Continue Reading
As the day draws near for me to face my fate with the judge, I’ve done a fair amount of research into the Federal Bureau of Prisons over the past almost 4 years. And one thing I decided was that if possible, I wouldn’t serve time at the Metropolitan Detention Center in Sunset Park (yes, there’s a federal lockup in Brooklyn). Call me crazy but when I go out in the yard, I want to see trees and country…and certainly not Brooklyn or New York Harbor.
Well…that general feeling was exponentially reinforced when I read the news yesterday that three corrections officers at the facility are alleged to have been sexually abusing female inmates in a serial fashion. Reliable sources have told me stories about women at Rikers Island blowing corrections officers for Lady Bic shavers and such. And every so often, stories hit the Internet about inmates and staff “interfacing.” Continue Reading
I have a confession to make: Not once in my entire life have I spent even a dollar on a lottery or scratch-off ticket. I’m just not a schmuck that way. I know enough about probability and statistics to understand that the more you gamble in those venues…the more you’re gonna lose. There’s only one rational way to win gambling in a game that’s set up to pay the house back in double digits. If ever at any point you’re actually in the black, you simply quit for the rest of your life. Then you can say you beat the odds. Continue Reading
When it comes to modern times’ greatest womanizers, HUGH HEFNER has to rate toward the top of most people’s list. PLAYBOY MAG was an institution in its day…and the owner took full advantage of his powerful position when it came to bedding the babes of his choice.
But what kind of guy was Hef, really? Was he the benevolent father figure he’d like you to think he was…or just a schmuck with a hard-on? HOLLY MADISON, his main girlfriend for 7 years, would lead you to think he was the latter and more according to her tell-all tome DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE, which as you can probably guess by now, I read in its entirety yesterday. Continue Reading
One of the quirkier volunteers at the Catholic Worker sent me an email yesterday which contained a link to a full videotape of this year’s NYU graduation ceremonies at which he played the bagpipes. (I can tell you if you’ve never seen a 70-something year-old man play the bagpipes in an enclosed room with 40 or so homeless guys as his audience, you haven’t lived.)
So anyway…sure enough…there was John blowing away as he walked from third base to home at of all places…Yankee Stadium (where NYU apparently has its graduation ceremony). And then came the guest speaker, PHARRELL WILLIAMS (the guy who sang and produced the superhit “Happy” and many others if you don’t know). Continue Reading
I saw the blurb a few days ago…but can’t remember the name of the man accused. And if I did, I wouldn’t name him anyway. You see…he’s not just another Fox News employee accused of sexual harassment – but a reader of this blog as well. This I discovered two or three years ago when one of this blog’s advertisers (a non-Asian indy) mentioned that she had a regular who’s a fan of Dollar Bill.
Somewhat incredulous (although I do realize there are influential people who come to this site), I got her to reveal his name and sure enough upon googling the man, I discovered that he is a Fox News contributor. I’m the dirty little secret of yet another person of influence. Whoopee! Continue Reading
A lot of people in the adult ad biz would probably tell you that Dollar Bill was one of the best salesmen in the industry. And if not the best…at least the longest-lasting. The latter? Yes. The former? No way. I was never a salesman. Rather, I was just a schmuck with a personality who was willing to work 24/7. You wanted an ad? I’d sell it to you anytime…anywhere. If you didn’t? Fine. On to the next person who did.
One thing I never wanted to do was sell somebody something that I knew wouldn’t work. It just seemed so wrong to draw a commission for a vehicle that wouldn’t even net the advertiser what they’d spent – let alone enable them to profit from the investment. But I’m not like other sales people. Enter the classified director for a rag called The Spirit. Continue Reading
In the beginning, this site had one unique feature which attracted readers. Billed as a blog with “all real pix,” it was exactly that. Yeah, a lot of the images were photoshopped…but the pictures were of the actual girls you could meet. Sneaking a fake by me was difficult as virtually every advertiser here also hired me to post ads on Backpage or the Village Voice. And visiting them on a weekly basis made it very difficult for a client to hoodwink me into posting a bait and switch image as I got to eyeball all the new girls to ensure they were real.
But then the catastrophe with Somad changed all that. With no Backpage or Voice ads to run, there was no reason for me to make anything more frequent than monthly visits. And so…it was easier for the bosses to email me or post fake pix on their site for me to download. It wasn’t like I didn’t get what was happening. But there were times when it was either run the fakes or lose the client. People who came to me with fake pix to advertise the first time around were always turned away. But once they were on the sidebar and part of the “club,” it got complicated and fakes slipped through. I wasn’t happy about it – but I let it go all the same. At least, I knew that each and every advertiser ran a decent business where anybody looking to make a service purchase was likely to get his money’s worth. Continue Reading
It’s a peculiar tradition that many of the world’s people and cultures choose to bury their dearly departed. I mean…once you’re dead, what’s the point, really? My family for one puts its money where our mouths are. Both of my parents, aunt, one grandparent and my half brother were all cremated. And in fact, it seems like the green thing to do.
But today’s agenda isn’t to convince the world that cremation is the way to go. To each his own as far as I’m concerned. Rather, I’ve decided to waste everybody’s time with an anecdote about a group of idiots who decided to steal ABRAHAM LINCOLN’S body and then demand 200 k in ransom money for its return! Continue Reading
All occupations have their special lingo. Like with Action Mag, we used to refer to the different ad types (outcall, incall, fetish, she male) as classes of trade. Or with selling ads for the Voice, a “run” was an ad that ran the previous week and would run the next unchanged. A “pick up” was an ad that ran previously at some point – but had not run in the last issue. A “twenty eighth” was a minimum size display ad. For Backpage, a “sponsor ad” was the terminology used for that stupid box ad on the side that never worked for the advertiser. Anyway…you get my drift. An old buddy used to refer to all this as “inside baseball” meaning…nobody would know what the hell you were talking about unless they too were part of the clique.
Knowing the lingo of somebody else’s job generally serves to ingratiate you – just as knowing how to speak another language puts you in good standing with people who speak that language primarily. You see a Spanish girl and say something in the throes along the lines of “Me gusta tu chocha. Es bien suave y apretada”…she’ll be a lot more receptive than if you say the same thing in English. Especially if she doesn’t speak English. Continue Reading
Remember a while back I noted that American women of color have been known to walk around buck naked in my presence with no reservations at all while their Korean counterparts freak out if I see them coming out of the shower with nothing on? Well, if you don’t…that was the gist of one of many blog entries on the subject of cultural differences in the escort rank and file. So anyway…I have another one for today.
It was a bittersweet visit I spent after my ride to the West Side this afternoon because I knew it would be my very last collection for this here blog. It’s not likely that I’ll be seeing any of the girls again and I don’t think any of us is all that happy about it. But as usual…I digress.
The girl I went to see today is one who always meets me in front of her building. I have never been upstairs. The rendezvous is generally (actually always) prefaced with a hug from who happens to be a pretty girl with a sizeable natural chest. (I know! What’s not to like about that?!?!) The past couple of meetings, she’s done a little groping which would in an office setting be grounds for a sexual harassment suit. Continue Reading
Everybody loves pictures of hot Korean girls photoshopped to death so they look like the only beauty pageant winners. That goes without saying. But over the years, I’ve taken a few shots I find so much more unique – and revealing of the culture our favorite girls bring to the good ol’ USA. Peeling back the layers behind the shiny and glittery veneer we all throb for is just so much fun. Like check a few of these out!
Ever go to a real Korean restaurant in Flushing…with a real Korean who wants to put his home country’s cuisine on full display? They serve like 30 different dishes with dinner. Don’t even ask what all this stuff is (because I don’t know)…but I just had to take a picture of the table! Witness!
Years ago back in the Action mag days, I had a client out in Woodside who called themselves QUALITY TIME. Basically, it was a South American casita in a high rise (58th Street) which featured what you’d expect – and one mature lady who might have boasted the biggest chest I’ve ever seen in my 20 years on the trail.
But before you get all excited, today’s post isn’t about that Quality Time. It’s about a woman and her son who I met at my Saturday volunteer deal. A guy named Fitz (who I like) brought the duo down about a month ago and when they were assigned to food prep with me as their learless feeder, Fitzy sidled up to me to say they were his friends and he was hoping they’d have a rewarding experience. Convincing a 10 year-old boy that feeding the homeless on a Saturday afternoon can be a fun activity could be a daunting task for sure. Well anyway…I must have done something right because Fitz came over and thanked me after they left adding that they enjoyed themselves and particularly found me to be a positive influence. Continue Reading
Virtually everybody has at one point or another made up an excuse to miss work. No employer is immune. But when it comes to escorts, it seems that their perfection of the art puts other employees to shame. For the boss, the problem is extreme.
One American owner lamented to me over the phone…”like how many times can this girl’s grandmother die?” And if you think the phenomenon is the exclusive province of American girls, guess again! A Korean owner I know got so fed up with girls not showing for work citing some flimsy excuse that she actually sold the place so tired was she of being lied to! All of which brings me to the title of this opus…the mother of all excuses.
So I was sitting in the kitchen of an American place many moons ago and caught a conversation between the owner and one of his sloppy hood rat employees. I already knew the girl was a bald-faced liar because she’d told a big one at my expense to make it look like she was a big wheel and I a piker. Fortunately, the boss knew she was full of shit and I’m an honest guy. And he told her straight up that he believed me and not her. Continue Reading
Here’s a boring piece of amateur psychology I wrote many years ago on the subject of exactly what is it that enables a woman to do escort work. Profound it ain’t but still, all these years later, I mostly agree with the following observations.
There have been a few times I’ve met phone girls who are actually much more attractive than the women they arrange dates for. Well aware that the girls who do the escorting earn much more money than the phone girls, I’ll occasionally ask if they’ve ever considered going on the dates themselves (to make the big bucks) and generally, a horrified look will engulf the girl’s face and she’ll say something like “I would never!” So what is the rite of passage that allows some women to become escorts? This is the question for the ages. Continue Reading
Often, I’ve made note of the vacuum between the ears of some of my clients…implying that their station in life is born of their below-the-neck gifts only. But to be fair, intellectual absence is not the exclusive domain of the escort rank and file. Take a guy named Davey, a fake BELMONT with whom I did too many road gigs back in my music business days.
Davey was a hot mess. He chain-smoked like a chimney…weighed in at obesity levels…and could barely sing the show. But homey looked the part. He was the spitting image of 50’s doo wop and thus, Warren, the fake Belmont who ran the show, employed him on most of the jobs. Continue Reading
It was way before I knew anything about Asian women coming to America for a better life that I was enlightened on of all trips…a road gig with a tired oldies band.
During what felt like an endless six months playing behind JOEY DEE as a STARLIGHTER (he had the 11th most popular song of 1961 – The Peppermint Twist), Joe booked us for three nights at the Mayport Naval Base, just outside of Jacksonville, Florida. The first we played at the Officers Club, a posh, carpeted environment with deadened acoustics which made us sound like musak. Next…the non-commissioned officers club – an environment of which I have virtually no recollection – though I’m sure it was decent enough. And finally on the third night, in a super noisy and acoustically-challenged linoleum-floored cafeteria where we performed for the grunts. Regardless of the music bouncing off of everything and making us sound loud, shrill and just as bad as we possibly could have, those have-not/end-of-the-line type guys who landed in the navy to hopefully achieve their particular version of the American Dream totally appreciated the show. That was the audience who most enjoyed the band. Continue Reading
Back in my school days the expression “metal mouth” referred to classmates with braces to straighten their teeth. But now many decades later, it’s taken on a whole new meaning. Along with all the tattoos which are no longer the exclusive domain of ex-cons and merchant mariners (as they were in my youth), the piercing craze has more or less mirrored tattooing’s trend.
I say this because all too often I’ve found in recent encounters (which could mean in the last 20 years) that places on a woman where I might want to put my mouth are adorned with metal piercings which I might not want coming in contact with the metal fillings in my teeth. I think we all know how that feels. And so…inevitably, I hesitate if not outright defer.
I mean…what’s the point of that? These are sensitive areas where women want guys (or girls) to concentrate. Why place a barrier front and center to discourage an interested servant? And speaking on the issue of sensitivity…isn’t there a risk of cutting nerves and destroying sensitivity in a pierced area? It only make sense. Continue Reading
It wasn’t an earth-shattering event or anything like that…but the day I got hired at Action Magazine was one that changed my life significantly. First, it transformed me from a freelance cabby/writer with no fixed schedule to an employee with specific responsibilities and fairly structured time parameters. And while I did drive the occasional 12-hour (or 18 hour on Sunday) taxi shift for 3 more years, my work focus prioritized my job for the magazine – and “drove” my other line of work into the background. (It seems bizarre that I would drive even one more shift after scoring a full-time and reasonably well-paid job but I had an allegiance to the taxi business. Busting a hack had afforded me the opportunity to write op-eds for the real papers and I didn’t want to give that up entirely.) But the way that embarking on my adult ad-selling career changed me most significantly was in the manner I sought female companionship. Continue Reading
For those unaware, CBS SUNDAY MORNING is a long-running television show aimed at a mature, enlightened and cultured demographic. That its first feature today centered on the world of prostitution and its legality (or lack of same) is noteworthy. Unfortunately, the coverage was nothing new. Seattle’s taken to charging the consumer and not the provider. Some people view the profession as victimization. Others see it as an opportunity for women (or men) to save themselves from financial ruin. We’ve heard it all before. Still, three things in the presentation struck me. Continue Reading
NOTE: This is a repeat of a repeat…alas yet another treadless tire…something you should all be familiar with!
Despite my vast accumulated wealth (yeah, right), I live in a small apartment made smaller by tons of stuff I never use – like huge speakers, pieces of bulky tubular (literally) stereo equipment, hundreds (maybe thousands) of vinyl records, two guitar amplifiers, multiple musical instruments, and three piles of publications in which I’ve written something. And as I said, all of this crap lies completely fallow (except for two guitars) and essentially, just take up valuable floor space. It seems ridiculous, really.
So out of nowhere and for what reason I can’t tell you…I dug into the pile of magazines and newspapers and decided to read what I’d written 20 years ago for TAXI TALK newspaper. While some of it was good…it was voluminous. I lost interest about 30% of the way through but found one gem I really like! It’s a great cab story..one in which the big city turns into a small town. And here it is! Continue Reading
Don’t ask me…I’m not a blonde. But one thing’s for sure. Blonde white escorts make more money than their brunette colleagues. And if legend has it right…their darker-skinned compatriots fall further by the wayside. Now I don’t know about all that. I’ve known a few Afro-American girls who pulled up to the bank with truckloads of cash. And they weren’t even all that beautiful! Regardless, I tell y’all this because I was recently introduced to a white blond woman who is very popular. Whenever she wants to make money? No problem. She’s fully employed.
I personally found her to be repulsive. Ya know the type who says the same thing ten times in a two minute span? And who wears too much makeup which ends up caked on her phone? I could have sworn I saw this girl before…doing her eye liner in the side view mirror of a car parked on Lexington Avenue. You get the idea. In a million years, I wouldn’t go in the room with her. But hey! She’s busy. Apparently, blondes do have more fun. Continue Reading
Given the drama that’s surrounded me for over 3 and 1/2 years, I’m sure there are many who wonder how this blog has continued to survive – and why anybody would advertise here at this point. To the former, the answer is the first amendment. And to the latter…the site works so well for some people that it has become their #1 advertising vehicle with which to attract good customers. My situation notwithstanding, they remained.
However…all good things must come to an end. On June 1st, this blog will be without the girls on the sidebar or pages below the header. My freedom is at stake…and this site doesn’t generate enough income to risk that freedom. AL GOLDSTEIN I ain’t. The lawyers have spoken…and I am listening! Continue Reading
While I long ago grew tired of escort stories, I can’t say the same for cabby anecdotes. I don’t know exactly what it is but even the most boring hack can hold me spellbound with the recounting of some surreal event that happened to him (or her) behind the wheel.
Enter my buddy John…now retired from the biz. Though I’ve known him for over 25 years, I still somehow haven’t heard all his ridiculous taxi tales. And lo and behold, he had a new one for me last night. Continue Reading
For what reason I cannot tell you, I took the time to watch JOHN DICKERSON’S interview with the president on FACE THE NATION last Sunday. DJT never ceases to amaze. As I watched him discuss the issues, it was clear to me that what the commander-in-chief actually knows about complex matters of international diplomacy comes from a two page memo one of his advisers compiled so he’d understand the situation. In fact, Trump has said that’s exactly how he wants his info submitted: boiled down to two or three typewritten pages.
Anyway…as I viewed what looked like a Harvard grad interviewing a CW Post freshman, I got the distinct impression that I’d seen this act before – way back in Junior High School courtesy of lazy students who expounded on a book they’d supposedly read when in fact, it was the CLIFF’S NOTES guiding their discourse. Continue Reading
Many years ago, a talented Korean American escort service owner who ran television ads with me proposed that we start a new adult directory which would feature videos of the girls in addition to photos. As a cutting edge web designer (which he clearly was at the time), Eddie assured me he could handle all the tech stuff. Too busy to do anything beyond keeping up with all the weekly orders I was struggling to handle, I turned him down while observing that it really was a good idea if I’d had the time. Now years later, several adult directories feature a video option – notably Backpage. Allow me to review how most of the girls have used the new medium. Continue Reading
I’m on the pantry line at the University Soup Kitchen…or serving a bowl of soup, a cup of coffee and two slices of bread to a “guest” at St. Joe’s. The man in front of me is 103 years old if he’s a day. With cane in hand, he struggles forward to meet up with yours truly.
“What’s up, youngblood? You got your ID,” I ask. “I don’t serve anybody under 18.” A huge smile flashes over the man’s face as he points his finger at me and says “you made my day, brother.” That was my intention. I’ve used this line a few times in the past and it usually does that…makes the recipient’s day. Will I ever be rewarded for my good will? Or is the smile on his face reward enough for me? Hard to say…but check this out! Continue Reading
Among the questions I’m asked about escorts (like who’s the most beautiful and who’s the best in the room) is another just as predictable: How much do these girls really make? Well…the answer to that can vary immensely.
An average looking woman with moderate skills in the room and little sense as to how to maximize her physical and intellectual gifts might earn 1 to 2k per week…while other more beautiful and skillful practitioners can bank 10k per week and even more if they score the right sugar daddy.
With girls who do shift work rather than hustle as independents, it’s easier to calculate. Let’s say an escort works 5 shifts in a week and averages 5 customers per shift. At $100 average (her general share), that’s $2500 plus tips which will more than likely bring her north of $3000. Most guys have to go to college…score a job…and stay at it or on the same career path before they make that much. Seems like a girl could have a pretty good life with that kind of cash. Continue Reading
O’DELL BECKHAM, star New York Giants wide out, has a new girlfriend…which is something of a curiosity itself in that some people think he’s gay. But reading the story made me think along different lines. As is usually the case with a high-profile athlete, his woman is gorgeous. And what’s happening more and more nowadays? The girl’s occupation is listed as Instagram model.
To review…I repeat what an Instagram model is. A girl (or guy) sets up an Instagram account with multiple pictures that are so remarkable in some way that she (or he) garners thousands of followers. When a big corporation like Nike notices the person’s popularity, it will then pay the “model” to pose in its labeled clothing for a fee and voila…she or he is making a living as an Instagram model.
Now I’ve known a few Instagram models because they pop up working guess where! You guessed right…at an incall! Funny thing about that when all you’re concerned with is making yourself beautiful and becoming famous. Their side jobs often include stripping or escorting (not to allege that O’Dell’s new belle is either). Continue Reading