Often when I run up on cute girls in the escort business who I think should have a decent life (at least financially) but don’t even though they’re plenty hot enough to earn a handsome living, I try to advise them on how to handle their affairs and maintain some dignity while doing what they’re doing. Like with my taxi newspaper employer many years ago, I take them on as projects. I know how to manage my shit – and I don’t see why somebody else who really does earn enough to live well can’t do the same thing. Yeah, right! Good luck with that one!
So recently, I got close enough to a girl who by all rights should be a millionaire at this point in time. But attempting to help her for just one day, I found out in a hurry why she isn’t! Check it out! Continue Reading
Has anyone ever noticed that many of the foreign-born escorts in New York are of the mature variety? And that if you want a girl in her twenties or teens you have to go American? Ever wonder why that is? There’s actually an explanation for this phenomenon. And it lies with the tastes of our men – versus the tastes of foreign men:
Many cultures outside the USA are even more youth-oriented than ours. Once a girl hits the age of say…25, she’s already used/damaged goods and considered over-the-hill for this business. Guys with currency of the realm are not interested in buying their services. So what’s a girl to do? Answer: Go to a country where men aren’t so hung up on youth. And that country is AMERICA! A while back I broached this subject with a forty-something client from Brazil who explained to me that 16 year-old girls litter the nude beaches in Rio. They’re all over the place vogueing, preening and selling. And that’s what Brazilian men want. Once a girl is 21, she’s already too old. Hence, the mature girls come to New York to earn dollars, which they send back to Brazil where they’re valuable. Many end up building houses and/or buying buildings in Brazil with the money they make here. And this is why we have “The Million Brazilian Cotillion” in New York. Continue Reading
QUESTION: Let’s say you’re an NYPD officer. What would be your next career move after getting fired for failing a drug test? ANSWER: Well…if you’re EDUARDO CONEJO, former NYPD officer, ya go out and pimp some ho’s! Now to be fair (and accurate), it would appear that Conejo was already running an escort agency before he got the boot. He just wasn’t apprehended until one month after his ignominious exit from the force.
I’m sure NYPD honchos are relieved their guy (or ex-guy) wasn’t busted while in their employment. But really…anybody with any awareness would figure that the investigation (Conejo was being tailed and monitored by the FBI) began during his employment on the force. It’s not a giant leap to deduce that the cops simply waited until they had a legal reason to terminate him before closing in for the kill though granted, there’s no proof of that statement. Continue Reading
Scanning entries from many years back can be a fruitless task when I’m looking for something relevant for publication as most of the posts are either time-sensitive or too boring for repitition. But this one (which is a decade old) survives the test of time. So here goes with a slightly updated version of “HOUSING THE GOILS.”
As a division of clients scan the free alternative weeklies, companionship tabloids, websites and whatever else for hot ladies who play for pay, few consider exactly how the objects of their lust arrange for the discreet housing they provide! After all, selling “companionship” is a questionable activity and you’d think that the business of obtaining apartments for the girls would be a complicated affair indeed! Continue Reading
No, this isn’t a story about some escort service owner who fucked me years ago and came back to assert that we start anew after all the time has passed – effectively eliminating her debt to me with the excuse that enough time has passed for her not to have to pay what she owes. Nor is it about the cit employee who once upon a time made reference to “the statue of libertations” (I’m not kidding about that). This is about an expiring lottery ticket which today at 5 PM, will no longer be redeemable for the 63 million dollars it’s worth! Continue Reading
Everybody who owns a computer knows what I’m talking about when I say that yesterday I was in tech hell. Really, it could have been a lot worse. It wasn’t like my unit died and I didn’t have it backed up. Rather, the conspiratorial planned obsolescense that afflicts everybody with an aging operating system bit me in the ass.
Without describing in boring detail exactly what happened, I’ll skip to the silver lining. When it was all over, the problem was fixed and in the process, I recovered thousands of images that had been lurking in my iPhoto files, many of which brought back some memories.
Once upon a time, there was a Korean owner with a place on 54th Street who had some really cute girls, all of whom I photographed for posterity (or their ads). And among the plethora of pictures I found, lay those girls. I can’t remember their names but I’m sure you’ll all agree that these mostly unphotoshopped images shot in analog (by me) speak volumes. Where they came from and where they are now is anybody’s guess. But thanks to the silver lining, they are serendipitously available for your edification. There’s a guy named Rocco who might know something about these women. Maybe he’ll surface in the comment section to clarify. Continue Reading
A long time ago, I wrote a piece for Action magazine titled “The Do’s and Don’ts of Incall Etiquette.” In it I covered the usual crap (shower, shave and be nice) and added that even if you hate women deep down inside, a guy can still elicit the girl’s best by feigning a healthy love for all members of the opposite sex. After all, he only need keep the show up for 60 minutes…and in so doing, will have a much better time with his chosen mate.
I relate this today because last night I was on the phone with an old girlfriend and while listening to her usual banal conversation, wondered why this girl can’t pretend to be interesting for 60 minutes. She knows exactly what I hate in her (or she should) and could herself elicit what she wanted from me by simply presenting herself in such a way as to not kill my hard-on with all her boring, gossipy, drama-ridden bull shit. Continue Reading
A long time ago, I had an Action outcall client who sent me an escort to review for the magazine. The dispatched girl decided to go out on her own a month or so later, and called me to run her first ad in my boss’s publication. From there we became longtime friends.
The woman was as hot a mess as ever there was. Maria (fake name) was the poster girl for dysfunction – and how heredity and environment can sound the death knell for a person’s adult life. She had it all: Bad genes (criminal and slow mind) and an early upbringing which included muling for her drug-dealing uncle at age 6, and getting sexually abused by a neighbor at more or less the same age. Additionally, Maria watched a mugger blow her drug-dealing boyfriend’s brains out when she was in her 20’s. His grey matter (what there was of it) splattered all over Maria’s new dress! She used to tell me all this shit with the preface “Billy! I gotta ask you something ’cause you’re the only person I know with any sense.” Continue Reading